I woke up early to the alarm I set last night. After getting ready in a simple knee-length skirt and shirt, I left my room with my new beige backpack and the belongings I had taken from Leigh yesterday. I made sure to drop them by his doorstep, expecting someone to find them since the keys I left were not in their designated spot.
Regardless, I wasn't surprised that he didn't come knocking on my door last night. He must hate me as much as I hate him. So I hurried downstairs and made myself some extra tea before leaving home, confident that I would make it to school on time and mark my attendance.
In the hallway, Arlen Garret approached my locker, looking fabulous in his neat black leather jacket and boots, just like always. I found myself blushing at the sight of the cute boy facing me.
