I thought I had prepared myself for the worst when I walked to school this morning. I was ready to endure whatever humiliation my ex-friends could come up with and be done with it. But nothing, nothing I ever imagined could prepare me for this.
I am walking to my last class of the day. My heart is thumping with hope—I managed to survive the day without major incidents, and I can't believe my luck. Just one hour longer and then I would be free for the next two months.
I am one of the last ones to arrive at the classroom, aiming to avoid the crowd, sneaking silently through hallways, my head held low. Only when I am near the classroom door do I dare to lift my head, and then my breath gets knocked out of my lungs.
Darius is there. He is leaning against the wall. And he is kissing Briana
