The rest of the day flies by in a blur. I’m staring at the clock in my art class watching the seconds tick by. I start gathering my stuff and wait.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Hallelujah it’s 2:45.
I am the first one out the door. Which means I’m the first one to run into the brick wall blocking the front doors to the school.
“Jesus, f**k!” I yell holding my stomach. “Oww.”
“I’m sorry Di, I was waiting for you. I didn’t think you’d fly out of there so quickly,” Hunter helps me to my feet and I adjust my clothes to cover my bruises.
“It’s okay. That’s what I get for running out of there like my hair is on fire,” I say.
“Well I’m glad it’s not,” he laughs.
“Okay well where did you park?” I ask.
“Over there,” he points to the student lot. I follow him until he stops at a black motorcycle.
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