I skip down the school steps after the final bell rings, my heart deliciously light at the thought of my homework-free weekend. My backpack thumps between my shoulder blades, but I couldn't care less.
I take a short cut past the university's science building, just as a group of well-groomed guys exit the heavy doors. Their laughter and deep voices follow me to the crosswalk.
"Hey, Kat?" One of them says, and I turn, quizzically. Cam, wearing a black sweater and holey skinny jeans, detaches himself from the group with a vague wave to them, and lopes closer. "Did you just finish school?"
I nod with a closed mouth grin. I feel foolishly happy that he's here.
"So, how are you?" He pushes the button on the light post, something I always forget to do, and the pixels across the street show an
