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The rest of the school day went as slow as ever, but when I met him outside in the parking lot, I got those familiar butterflies I used to get when I saw him. He was leaning against the driver's side of his car, staring down at his phone. He was tall and his hair hung in his eyes. He pushed his glasses up slightly as he read and pressed his lips together.

He wasn't classicly handsome. If anything, he looked half emo, half nerd, but he had a certain charm about him that drew me to him like a moth to flame. I had lost that for a little bit after the miscarriage, but now that I was resolved on what I was going to do, I felt it come back in full force.

I stood in front of him and kicked at his shoe lightly. "You ready?"

"Yeah, you up for dinner at my mom's?"

"Sure. What are we having?"

"F*ck if I know, but it beats the sh*t out of cooking, so I'm all for it."

He glanced up at me and his breath hitched as I grinned at him. He put his