Kingsley POV
I've been watching Grant like a hawk all day. Calling his teachers to make sure he's in class,
poking my head down the hallways when I know he'll pass by...
Stalker much, right?
By the time second period rolls around and he comes into class, I'm almost so preoccupied that I
don't notice Savannah is missing. Well, that's a lie. As soon as the bell rang, my eyes
instinctively flitted to her seat. Unfortunately, it's empty. She's not here today, so I hold on to the
last memory I have of her to tie me over. No. Not to tie me over because that sounds like I
NEED her or something. I imagine her in that white dress because...because...I just do.
I keep that mental image close, in a casual, friendly way of course.
Picking up a blue expo marker, I begin on the lesson, jot
