I don’t know what happened, I really don’t. My conscious told me not to, but something told me to take the risk and I listened to that instead. Ethan sat with us at lunch, but the girls were all over him so I didn’t talk to him that much. Which is good, wouldn’t want him to recognize me.

Now we’re sitting across from each other, drinking milkshakes at the food court in the mall. I’m constantly looking away, trying to never make eye contact.

“This weekend was a drag, hearing my parents bitch at me about the new school,” he tells me.

“Yeah, sounds bad,” I say automatically.

“It wasn’t all bad, though, I got really drunk Friday night,” OH SHIT! “and had sex with this gorgeous girl. Bad thing is, her face is a vague memory.”

“Had sex?” I ask dumbly.

“Yeah, the only thing I really remember is that her eyes were really green that night. They were amazing,” he says. I’m secretly panicking.

“Sounds nice, but I have to go, like now,” I get up and begin walking away.

“They were sort of like yours.”