TWELVE

LIAM

It's finally Friday, the last day of our first week of senior year. Technically, senior year started last week, but we were busy ruining my love life in LA. I'm sitting in the back of our calculus class with Tyler. I know Delilah can feel me staring at her, I saw her tense up when we walked in, but she wouldn't even look in my direction. It's been like this since Tuesday. It reminds me of this one time in fifth grade when she ignored me for a week straight. Of course she's been in every one of my classes, torturing me with her presence, as if taking up space permanently in my mind wasn't enough.

Ty nudges my arm as we're walking out the doors to get lunch at the coffee place across the street, "Hey man, isn't that the guy from her beach trip photos?"

I look to the left where sure enough the "yummy mystery man" himself is waiting against a blacked out Expedition.

"Yep." I confirm while wishing I had laser vision so I can zap his ass back to wherever it is he came from. "I though