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I wake up Monday morning with a start from my mom pounding on the door.
"Giovanni? Are you up?"
"Yeah!" I yell—so she knows I'm alive. Uh-oh. Did I forget to set my alarm?
"I'm leaving now. Your lunch is on the counter, and your bus comes in five minutes."
Shit!
"Shit, shit, shit, shit," I keep repeating to myself as I leap out of bed and practically yank my drawer straight out of the bureau in my rush to find clean clothes. I'd just been having the most amazing dream, too, and my morning wood is now an annoying reminder of how close I'd been to the best part when I woke up.
And I'm sure I don't think I have to tell you who I was dreaming about...
No time for a shower now. I struggle into my black jeans, brush my teeth, and apply a thick layer of deodorant before pulling a random shirt and my favorite hoodie over my head. Grabbing my black hat and backpack, I race out the door and nearly break my ass on the frost-covered pavers in the courtyard on my way to the main house.
"No time for breakfast this morning either," I sigh as I see the cereal box left out on the counter next to my lunch bag. I snatch it and make a run for the bus.
My first class is English, and I have to apologize to the teacher for not remembering to bring my book with me—again. I'm so fucked in that class, Ms. Simpson hates me.
Next is US History—boar me to fucking tears!
Even when I actually try to pay attention, the facts just seem to go in one ear and straight out the other. I pretend to listen but amuse myself by twirling my pencil and thinking of my dream again and how I would have finished things if I had stayed asleep.
I'm aching to see Ren in real life by the time class is over. We have a fifteen-minute break. How can I find her...?
I thread my way through the maze of bodies in the hallway to the school's front doors and take one step outside. My eyes dart around, but I don't see her.
Who my eyes do land on causes my stomach to clench, and my hands ball up into fists. TJ Janiak. I can tell it's him even from behind with his black hair and bobwire tattoo wrapped around his tanned built bicep, which is visible just under his too-tight white t-shirt, tucked into fatigue pants, and tall combat boots. He's satan disguised as a senior. Fuck. I give up the hunt for her and go back inside.
After the short break, I go down into the basement for my Geometry class, and my heartbeat picks up again. I'm not nervous about the course—this is the one subject I'm actually good at. Math's just always made sense to me. I can take the quizzes and tests, no problem—without even really studying. If I'd just do the fucking homework, I'd probably be getting a decent grade.
No, it's not the class, just the route I take to get there. I have to pass by the door to the school's photography darkroom, and the memories of it still turn my stomach. Every. Single. Time. I try not to look and slip into class.
By lunchtime, my stomach is pinching me from hunger, and it protests as I decide to go look for Ren again before heading out to eat. This time, I race up two flights of stairs to check the junior and senior lockers on the second floor.
Bingo.
She's standing facing a locker, wearing a baggy black t-shirt over a long-sleeve thermal, her brown hair tied up in a ponytail—I've never seen it like that before—my body hums as my eyes travel up her long elegant neck to her sexy protruding jaw bone. I walk towards her, but she is so focused on opening the blue metal locker she doesn't see me approaching.
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