Eight

Sally's POV

Allen nodded one last time with a hopeful smile on his face.

I chuckled. "Good, now, let's eat."

And that's my final mission for today. Find the guy named Ryan and confront him.

If I'm not mistaken, I think I saw him - mainly his champagne-stained head, but I never spoke to him, not even a 'hello'. The only thing I knew about Ryan was that he was also a senior and we were in the same art class.

This is the last year we will spend in this hell hole and we have never started a conversation because we are so different. I'm not saying I hate school, but sometimes the school responsibilities are as much as my work at home.

So, who gave this guy the right to keep an eye on me? We're not friends and I think I've made that point clear. We don't even acknowledge each other's presence.

Plus, he doesn't look like one of those guys who stalk girls as a hobby because I think it's the other way around. Girls stalk him. I saw a few girls on campus following him around. And he has a girlf