RIVER

When I left the room that morning, Taylor was not back yet. I wonder what had happened and would make him react the way he did last night. I know I should not be poking my nose into his matters, but I can't help myself at all. Walking to the bus stop is a chore until a car pulls up beside me. The horn blares at me, and I turn to see a dark-haired and black-eyed boy sitting in the driver's seat.

He gets down from the red convertible and comes to stand in front of me so I can't ignore him. ...