I WALKED to my locker, spotting Emily looking down at a book.
I've never seen her with a book, so I was intrigued.
"Hey, Em. What are you reading?" I asked.
Emily pulled the book up and presented me the cover. It was a book on astrology – in fact, the exact one I was given the morning Emily kissed me.
"I f*****g hate his guts – don't get me wrong. But this is actually a pretty interesting book." Emily told me, returning back to her page.
"Yeah, astrology is pretty interesting. Where did you get that book from anyway?" I asked.
I haven't seen that book in a while, nor have I seen Dylan or any of his friends in a while.
"It was in my locker with a note that said, 'hey give this back to your tool. Call me when you're single,'" Emily told me.
My eyebrows scrunched together at the last
