EIGHTY FOUR

The moment when I broke down in front of Alex yesterday is still fresh in my mind as I'm walking down the hallway of my campus this afternoon. I guess that I just didn't have any other person whom I could think of helping me let out all the emotions building inside me. The person I should be angry at isn't even here for me to yell at.

I just finished all my classes today, but these days, going home seems to be my least favorite option because it makes me feel even more lonely than I already am. But as I don't have any other choices, my legs bring me closer to the gate of the campus.

On the way there, I sneak a look at the football field and into the hallway to the jocks' locker room, which is what I've been doing recently.

Then I stop dead in my track.

My breath catches in my throat, and I feel tears pooling in my eyes as I see the person whom Austin is talking to in front of the football team's locker room.

Prince.

I blink. Once. Twice. And then, I stop. I'm afraid that he'll be