The air was still damp from all the rain earlier. I think we have only had three or four days without rain during May. So far June was looking to be soggy as well. With no clear destination in mind, I start walking. Despite the humidity, the late evening air feels nice on my skin. I start to feel a little peace of mind. I let my feet take me where they will. I think of school. I can’t decide if I want to continue through the summer or wait until the fall.

I stay silent for a moment, sipping on my cappuccino and thinking about what this Henry Hull has said. I guess it wouldn’t be too far of a jump to consider such things could exist. Did this mean elves, goblins, and fairies are real too? It sounded ridiculous. I turn to Henry and ask him what I want to know. “Did you make me like this? Were you the one that ran into my car?”

I sigh, rubbing my stiff shoulder as I leave my life sciences class. The stress of everything is knotting up my shoulders like a pretzel. I sit at one of the picnic tables in the sun. After the month of rain we had, I am ready to feel the sun on my skin.Sitting down, the sun warmed-wood, sending goosebumps al

I stretch with a yawn as I wake up. My heart stutters when I realize I am alone in an unfamiliar room. I sit up from the bed with a gasp before remembering last night. Zeke. Oh, God. I slept with Zeke! My gut twists. Kristen! I slept with my friend’s ex. That had to be a violation of some friendship code. What was going on with me? I didn’t do things like this. I was the relationship type. I didn’t even consider going so far with a guy unless I was sure we had a chance at going long term. Hell, I dated Kirk for almost four months before we slept together.

The morning was nice so I decided to go sit on the stone picnic benches in the University courtyard. I am about halfway through a chapter of my psych class when a shadow falls over the book. I look up, surprised to see Fletcher. “I heard you wanted to talk to me,” he says with a tone that suggests he is bored.