KALISTA
Tristan is no good. He's no good. I forced myself to not look back for him in the parking lot. I was standing close to the school's entrance in our usual spot, waiting anxiously for Valerie and Owen, or Dean, even-anyone who would distract me.
I decided to focus on the last scenes we'd read in English class and took a journey through the Forest of Arden. Okay, I started, there were different levels of joke and meta-joke going on in these scenes. Orlando "wooed" the disguised Rosalind and...
"Good morning," said a voice behind me.
My neck stiffened.
No, please no. Why was it that whenever you wanted to stay away from something, that something found you?
"Morning," I replied, not looking back.
Tristan half circled me and stopped, facing me. "Is it a good morning?" He c****d hi
