en

hour. But Mr. Velgoth never took the

ps. As journalism major, senior year project was a practical one, where each se

what category I was placed in. Journalism had al

sted. The class went quiet for at least five seconds as we all tried to

in the first group alongside

Ben

be some sort of rivals, contending for the best grades in every class. Some stude

ach. In fact it was less about her and more about the

e number of insatiable sex-oriented jocks for the rest of senior year. And

que I'd learn over the years. I wasn't going

h. I was his favorite student. And I figured I'd use t

him. And it didn't take many fo

had this funny Northwestern Europe accent that I'd s

lt of his head. His face didn't say no-but it clearly demanded an explanation before he'd even consider sa

hed his glasses slightly down. "And how about I giv

misjudged how much of his f

exit door already, holding the tablet containing

, but I knew beneath that tone, was my best friend worried abo

ar has been altered by this stupid project group-but then again, I know better

couraging smile, but the hesitation in her eyes betrayed the fact that

ich

ome with me t

also plays for the Everfrost's hockey team. And that could have been

ht? Go to the games... Journal about the Championship and leave.. Right? But

one comes out sarcastic. "Be careful y

r be boring like my previous years, than having to impress anyone. B

Rav here always ends up shoving your ass up

Even tho I'm never the type to brag, L

sleeve. "Only because we're paired to do boring nerdy stuff

was brutal, cause I'm now processing everything we've bee

g away with some of

time you do your coff

r I'm about to panic. And I'd end up with a brilli

go get our coffee. I try to be bury my self in the Ethics textbook I picked up earli

at somehow still made him look hot. "Been looking for you... You...

think you searc

lf his attention because he slams his pho

ch. "Pictures of you with sorority girls counts as a text?" Of cours

, Rav... You've always

ound him.' He'd literally summarized years of clo

o want to slap the living day light out of him. But I don't do any of that. Not goi

acting like the whole no text thing meant nothing. Classic Jett. Whenever we'd

now buried in the

Jace is a

about him for seven years?" I a

ear his stupid self talk. I still want to hear what new stupid excuse he

to him. But that's not me now. And I don'

ing for his behavior? A fraction of me that still wished Jett and I would've worked seems to lit up. But disappointmen

ough my body, and I clenched my fists tightly around the textbook.-he

understand why because I see Sharon closing in on

of coffee. But she leaves too, becau

d It was a gossip account. An interv

s was my idol. A decorated jo

hits me. If I'm going to be stuck with the