I can honestly say, I'm bone tired. After I laid down in bed, I pretty much fell asleep after setting my alarm. But, because I knew I would have to walk all the way to school, which would usually take fifteen minutes by car, I had to get up at least an hour early. Just to make sure I would make it to school. Talk about breaking your soul for school! Getting up, I got breakfast, ate, and went back upstairs to grab my bag. I had to make sure everything was there in my bag, and then rushed to head out. I actually did take the hour I needed to get to school, which leads me here walking around not unlike a zombie as I try to hold myself up. Operating on minimal sleep and already this much exertion, I'm running on fumes. And it's not even eight in the morning yet. It did strike me as a brat from the hubbub of a metropolis to get a taxi, and after walking for twenty minutes I tried to get one with my phone. Apparently, Handerville is all too small for an omnipresent taxi circuit. So, after

"Who is it?" says the dad as he walks up behind Bennet. He's the blonde and older version of his son. He looks down at me with surprise. It's clear he didn't expect me. He smiles gently."Hello there, I didn't know you were up. Would you like to come and have a seat? I'm pretty sure you would like to talk," he says stepping back and motioning me in.I hesitate. I mean, would you?Seeing this, he smiles and says, "I wouldn't dream of hurting you. You have my word. We would just like to talk. Is that okay?"I look at him for a moment, then slowly nod. I'm still thinking about how I'm not magical, not muscular, and not even covered in designer clothes. If the right person held me hostage, they'd not dream of hurting me. All those designer bags and clothes would be ruined!Bennet leads me to a couch inside the room. It's an office and a huge one at that. It must hold thousands of books from the looks of the shelves that line the walls. I'm sure this family has not read all those books. So

Bennet leads me to a black car outside. Some of the weather has shifted into a darker way, but there's still the sun off in the distance. Some trees get in the way, but I see it, and it illuminates the red bricks of the house. It does have a warm exterior, but I think of the people inside, and part of me chills down.Opening the door, I get in, instead of crawling in. Usually I'd have to, as my car tends to be higher than this one."Oh, Bennet?" I say as he gets in and starts to buckle up."What's up?" asks Bennet curiously as he raises an eyebrow over one of his blue eyes."Is my car at school still?" I ask.I know cars are expensive, and regardless of how rich I or my family is, they wouldn't take it kindly to find out I lost one. Insurance can't cover everything."Oh, Grid took it home for you," answers Bennet, "Greg gave her a ride back here. Don't worry about it.""Oh, okay," I say as I buckle up, "I'll say thanks to her."Bennet nods before before he starts up the car and begins

I couldn't stop thinking about him. Not in the least. In just a few days, he was able to make me think about him. But not overly. I've read books where the two lovers see something and they immediately think about the other. I'm not like that. I just thought of him when he came to mind. Like when you think of a food you want to eat. Or how you long for a season you're not in. Something like that.I thought of him after he brushed my cheek, lighter than a feather, and left me to stand there outside my class with my head as empty as a jar. I thought of him after lunch on the same day, when he asked to have dinner next Saturday. I thought if this is the first official date between us. I was also thinking of him after he asked for my phone number, but instead, I handed him my phone to give me his. When he gave me that smile as bright as a summer day.Now, on the morning of the Saturday he asked me to go out with him, I'm lying in bed. And thinking. Can't forget that. I'm thinking. Really

"Monday, Monday! I wish it was Friday!" I rhyme playfully as I drive to school. I'm usually not this hyped about going to school, but after my encounter with Bennet in life, I guess things change. Almost a week has passed since our date, well a week and a day or so, but I still feel as if it was yesterday. I can still imagine him holding me. And kissing. I will never forget that. But after our date, I was too shy to even think about kissing. Or hugs. Whenever we met afterward I felt so embarrassed. It was very unlike me to get so excited, not to mention how I was about ready to get things more exciting. Bennet was very happy about how we kissed. He met me the Monday after the weekend of our date, and I think he expected me to start kissing him in public. When I said no, he looked like he was conflicted about making me kiss him or just letting me take my time. He just walked away after that. And he kind of is a little short with me whenever I see him. Though at lunch he