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Guess whose back!! I know it's been a very long time since I've been on here and I am terribly sorry for that, but there has been an insane amount of things happening.

First off, I am 9 months pregnant with my little girl ,engaged to become the new Mrs. Sanchez, and I decided to go to beauty school. Even though I have been busy I also find myself with some free time and I'm tired of feeling like I have nothing to do. I am very determined to finish what I started with this book even though it's been over a year. I really hope you all will give me another chance and continue to read this book. Thank you my lovely readers! Please read, comment, and vote!

(1/30 Sunday)

Outfit:
- faded blue skinny jeans, white sweater, matching brown belt and boots

Important:
-Jamie still isn't speaking to me. Try asking her to help find dad (look in envelope on desk and read back) also think of a plan to help end her tragic relationship.
-Moms been lying, don't bring it up until more information is found.
-Luke, SUPER HOT BOYFRIEND. He'll be there before school with coffee and breakfast of some sort like every morning: don't eat. Dating almost 3 and a half months. Still haven't kissed yet. Flip through notes and check out the pictures in desk. Went to his house and held hands while watching a movie; He played his guitar after. Oh, and he used to drive his moms minivan but just got his car back from the shop.

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What I'm really thinking right now is "whoa." What comes out of my mouth, miraculously, is a simple, sultry. "Hey."

"Hey yourself," he says, backlit and beautiful, standing on my porch with a lidded coffee cup in his hand. I can see his breath in the frigid air as it escapes his mouth. There is something overwhelming about the moment.

His unwavering eyes, effortless smile, and obvious ease make me feel like my legs might give out underneath me.

"Ready?" He asks gently.

"Yes," I say, in a measured tone that I'm surprised I am capable of using. I followed him from the porch to his car idling in the driveway.

I thought I was prepared.

This morning, I read notes. I flipped through dozens of photos. But Luke in person is something else. Luke in real life is something no amount of notes could prepare me for. My living, breathing boyfriend is amazing.

Trying to act as if I remember being here before, I slide into the passenger seat and buckle my belt. Once I'm settled, Luke gestures to a coffee waiting for me in the passenger cup holder.

"There are muffins in the council," he says casually as he backs out of my driveway. I open the compartment between us to find breakfast from what will be my favorite bakery and will be until  it goes out of business in a few years.

I know from notes that this has become our ritual: Luke driving me to school every day, often surprising me with morning treats. But thanks to my lack of proper memory, it feels like a first for me, and I love it.

"Lydia ever call you back yesterday?" Luke asks as he drives. My notes didn't say that I called her, but they would have if she'd call me back.

"No," I say, pretty sure that I'm telling the truth.

Too soon, we are pulling into the student lot. Even though we are one of the first cars there, Luke turns into a space in the back row. He puts the gearshift in park but leaves the engine running and the heat pumping.