Chuck walked slowly, quietly toward my seat and stared at me with his big, brown eyes. “So, where to Miss Kelly?â€? he asked and my mouth dropped.

[1] He spoke.
[2] He called me “Miss Kellyâ€?
[3] Where were we going to go?

“Um … um I don’t know.â€? I blushed, looking down at his black converse.

“Come on.â€? He whispered and I shivered a little. “I’ve got the perfect place.â€? I gathered my art supplies and followed this mysterious boy out of the classroom.

“Where are we going?â€? I asked when we turned down two halls I never would go down regularly.

“Calm down, calm down. And wait.â€? We walked in silence for a couple more minutes but my curiosity got the better of me yet again.

“Chuck?â€? I asked hesitantly. No answer. “Chuck?â€?