He was at the school today. I saw him in the parking lot when Alicia dropped me off (I had to serve after school detention for not tucking in my damn shirt), we had been out saling ads for the yearbook (something I'll rant about later). He looked even more beautiful than I remembered, the way that angel white shirt looked on his caramel skin got me right in the heart, like it always does, and I swear I saw his blue-green eyes from a yard away. I walked to the front of the school and lost myself in a crowd just to look at him and remember the way he smiles and walks with a long slow stride (It's been so damn long). Every time I looked at him, Felicia W., who was standing next to him, would be looking back at me. You should've seen how easy it was for her to go up and hug him, lucky heffa. I wonder what he's doing here though. He's supposed to be in Arizona starting art school by now. Did he decide not to go? Is he going to the army to get killed? Natalie, can you tell me?