ELEVEN

The next day when I came back from my fake illness, I considered that day the best day because an angel encountered me.

And that angel came by my locker again today.

"Aphrodite?"

I was surprised by a sudden voice that had me speaking a bit, thinking it was Logan. I know that's not his voice. I was expecting to start another day this morning, but as I closed my locker and faced the person behind it, I was stunned.

Paul Walker

My ass.

I wish it's possible, but Paul is in a better place now, and even if we're still alive and had a son who looks just like him, then I wouldn't be joking around - but he has a brother. Although, he wouldn't be a high school student.

No, the person talking to me was my high school's pretty boy, top of his class and overachiever, not to mention Paris's boyfriend, Clark Mason.

"H-hi-h-hi..." I was stammering and stuttering. I think both are the same expression I'm giving off Clark, and he's looking at me as if I'm having a seizure. I mean, it's Clark Mas