I looked through my entire yearbook collection from over the years for any possibility of who Cal could be. No luck. My friends started noticing I'm in a daze all the time, texting a stranger. A boy stranger. It's so ridiculous for me to have this fantasy, as if he's a prince that would sweep me off of my feet.
So what hour do you have this class I typed and sent
Hour? No I don't attend your school
My heart stopped, he doesn't attend, is he some creepy janitor? Oh what have I gotten myself into?
I come here for an after school thing, I go to the Christian school.
I let out a massive sigh of relief and typed back.
Oh that's pretty cool
Is it?
