Seth
I look at Mia's fingers curling into fists and wrinkling her black skirt, hiding her peach-colored painted nails from view. I smile, loving how luck is always on my side recently.
Because our business talk hadn't finished, I drove inside the school using this quietest entrance possible, hoping to have more time to clear things with Mia. But who would have thought we came to witness such a romantic thing?
"I think they're kissing," I say as I stare out the window in the same direction Mia is looking. "Al didn't lift that paper for no reason. He wants to block the view from this side since another is merely a small pond. No one will travel there."
"Why?" Mia murmurs, clenching her fists tighter that I wonder if her nails are digging her palms and drawing blood. "They rarely even tal
