Judith POV
I still can’t understand why Elijah sent Steve personally to pick me up from my house earlier this morning. No matter how much I hated him, a part of me still hoped that it was Elijah who stood in front of my door instead of Steve. I got particularly nervous as he drove his car towards our school. Mostly because Steve told me that Elijah had prepared something for me. I wonder what that is.
I still remember the last sentence that he told me last night before I closed the door. Elijah would never know that I was crying behind the door. He is the first boy that I like, my first crush.
After a long and torturing fifteen minutes of driving, we finally arrived at our school. Steve helped me get down from his jeep because I was having a hard time doing it. I was wearing a short s
