Haley found herself in an almost empty parking lot that Tuesday engulfed in the gentle hum of some nineties love song she liked and wrapped in her car's heater. Most everyone had gone elsewhere in search of a perfect spot to study, to be able to absorb every single word and punctuation they read on their textbooks in a desperate attempt to pass the dreaded exam week before spring break; or beg the heavens for mercy and not let them fail.
Either way, Turner High didn't seem to be an appealing choice.
Sam wasn't even with Haley that afternoon. Technically, she was but she only hugged Haley and ditched before the green-eyed brunette could even process anything or reciprocate the gesture. It would have been a giant puzzle but Sam had sent Haley a message while in class to explain that she wo
