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"So you really do know him?" Davina asked, as I rushed into class just before the bell had rung and I still shook in my seat. Her question was one I dreaded answering, how did I know Dallas again, besides our families. But what were we to each other, was he my friend? Did he even want to be my friend, I knew he didn't like me, that stone cold expression of frozen regret. I never wanted to see that look again.

I had only been late this time, because I had to go to the attendance office and let them know why I had been gone for three days, but they already knew. The whole office knew and soon it would slip down the chains, people just assumed it was that I hated being the center of attention. And I did, especially for these reasons. I hated the looks of wonder, the whispering that surrounded you. Some people felt that it empowered them, but I could never be one of those people. But I would never faint from that reason alone, I fainted as a result of the surprise and the message that he