It was a rainy day that I never wanted to remember again as I walked out of school with my umbrella.

A mountain bike stopped beside me, I raised my eyes and saw Erik Wesley, my classmate. He shook his hair, it was dripping wet. In a cool way, he said, "Desiree Li, where is your home? I can take you home."

"No, thanks. Someone will pick me up later," I told him. Looking down at my watch, I saw that it was only just half-past four, still early.

Jonathan called and said he was ...