Staring at the clock is a great way to drive yourself insane. I sat through first period willing time to go faster so I could get out of class and find Logan. If there was anyone who knew what was bothering Carter, it was Logan. Finding him, however, was harder than I had bargained for and actually getting him to tell me anything was another story.

"I think I saw him in the chem lab," Mandy, a short, curly haired senior had said with a dismissive glance in the other direction. It was fifteen minutes later and I still hadn't found him.

I took out my phone and did what I should have done from the beginning. Where are you? I texted.

Library. He responded less than a minute later. I groaned and made my way to the library.

"Why won't you tell me?" I asked him for the third time.

"Tell you what?"

"You know what."

"Shhh," someone from the table beside us whispered. I glared at him and turned back to Logan.

"I don't know what to tell you, because I haven't spoken to Carter about it," he said scribbling something in his notebook. "But if I had to make a guess, it's safe to assume that it's about Savannah."

"Who's Savannah?" I asked.

"I can't tell you everything, cupcake. How would you ever learn?"

I sighed and left to find Casey.

"Is everything okay?" she asked as we walked to our Geography class. It was the only class that we had together. "You seem a bit agitated."

"Everything's fine" I told her, sliding into my seat. She sat in hers which was directly adjacent to mine.

She nodded and took out her notebook. I did the same, deciding to ask her about Savannah when we were alone. If Logan won't tell me, Casey would. I reasoned.

Later that day, as promised I went shopping with Casey. I absentmindedly browsed the clothing racks in the department store, not really paying attention to what I was doing.

"You're tired already?" She asked. "We've only been here a few minutes."

I shook my head and pulled out a blue long sleeved shirt.

"What's on your mind?" she asked, coming to stand beside me.

"Do you know who Savannah is?" I asked, not wanting to beat around the bush any longer.

"Sure, everyone knows Vannah. Why?"

"Did something happen between her and Carter?"

She hesitated for a moment before she answered. "They dated for almost a year," she said, taking the shirt from me. She put it back and continued leafing through the rack.

"So, she's his ex," I mused.

"Not just his ex," Casey said, turning to face me. "She was also Caitlyn's best friend."

"Was?"

She nodded and took something off the rack and held it out to me. "This will look cute with a wedge," she said referring to the black and white striped dress she held that looked like it would fit a little above my knees, and would be even shorter in heels.

"I don't think so."

She pointed to the changing room, signaling the end of the conversation. "Trust me."

I took it from her and unlike the first time she suggested something for me to try on, I actually liked this one.

"I'll make a shopaholic out of you soon," she said with a smile, linking our arms as we left the store.

I shook my head. "I highly doubt it."

"We'll see."

I glanced at her, she had three bags in her hand and I couldn't help chuckling as I relieved her of one. "I highly doubt it " I repeated.

***

I leaned against the frame of the kitchen door and studied Caitlyn as she poured herself a glass of water. I wondered if she was as affected by Carter's sullen mood as I was.

"What do you want?" she asked, finally noticing me.

"We have to get started on our project," I told her, backing away from the door.

"I'll find the poems if you'll do the summaries," she said turning her back to me.

"Okay." I walked towards the fridge and took out a can of coke, leaving her standing there.

As I climbed the stairs, I wondered if I should check on Carter. He'd skipped practice and locked himself in his room and even Logan was a little worried now. He had called earlier to check on him and that only confirmed my fears that something was indeed very wrong.

I knocked on Carter's door and waited. Nothing. I knocked again. This time I heard the shuffling of feet before the door was swung open, revealing a disheveled version of Carter. "My homework's done and I have time to kill before dinner, we're going for a drive," I told him.

"I'd rather not."

"C'mon Carter, you've been cooped up in your room all afternoon. It'll do you good to get out of here."

"Some other time," he said, closing the door.

I stuck my foot out and stopped him. "I'm not leaving you alone. You don't have to tell me why you're like this," I said gesturing to his appearance. "But you don't get to be sad by yourself."

A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips and he opened the door wider. I stepped in and closed it behind me. "Wanna watch a movie?" I asked, sitting on his bed. I searched for his laptop and turned it on.

He shrugged, hugging his pillow. I loaded Death Race and used another pillow to prop the laptop on my lap.

At some point during the movie, he fell asleep. I shook him and he barely stirred. I couldn't believe it, how could he fall asleep during Death Race of all things? I shut off the laptop and quietly left the room.

My stomach made a noise that sounded like something straight out of a horror movie, reminding me that I hadn't eaten and I made a beeline for the kitchen.

Since my luck was pretty much nonexistent I found my least favorite person sitting at the breakfast nook, bent over a book. "Hey sweetheart," Tori said she saw me.

"Did I miss dinner?"

She nodded and walked to the fridge. I took a seat and watched her. She took out a plate of leftovers and after microwaving it, placed it in front of me with a glass of juice. I thanked her and picked up my fork.

I thought about Carter and Savannah while I ate, I was a little ashamed to admit that I was more than a bit curious to find out what had happened between them and why she was no longer Caitlyn's best friend. I couldn't ask Carter about it and asking Caitlyn wasn't even an option. That left me with either Logan or the girls, I was trying to decide who to ask first when I noticed Tori eyeing me curiously. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she replied with a sad smile but she was still looking at me as though she was trying to figure me out. I didn't know what to say and I didn't want her talking to me unnecessarily, so I turned away.

Before I went to bed I checked on Carter. He was still asleep, snoring lightly. I closed his door quietly and went to my room.

I lay on the covers and propped my feet up using a few throw pillows and realized that for the first time since I'd moved there I was having a hard time falling asleep. I switched off the bedside lamp and rolled onto my side, deciding to let sleep take its course instead of forcing it. I ducked under the covers when my eyes began to close without any coaxing.

I awoke with a start and stared into the darkness. What time is it? I wondered. I switched on the bedside lamp and searched for my phone, it said 4:20 am. I reached over and turned off the light. Why am I awake at four in the morning?

"Camille," someone whispered, proceeded by a light tap on the door.

I switched the lamp on again and stumbled out of bed.

"Camille," came the voice again followed by another tap.

"I'm coming," I whispered loud enough to be heard on the other side. I opened the door and found Bailey standing there in her pajamas, clutching her stuffed panda. "What's wrong?" I asked, crouching to her level.

"I can't sleep," she said softly.

I opened the door wider. "You can stay with me. C'mon."

I tucked her into the bed and climbed in on the other side. I was about to switch off the light when she stopped me. "You're not afraid of the dark are you?" I asked, smiling at the little girl's fearful expression.

"Only a little," she whispered.

I ruffled her hair. "I'll leave it on until you fall asleep. Deal?"

"Deal," she said and closed her eyes.

When I woke again, sunlight was streaming in through the open curtains. I checked on Bailey who was still asleep before getting out of the bed.

"Good morning," Tori said with a tired smile when I stepped into the kitchen.

"Morning," I yawned. Taking a seat, I said, "Bailey's in my bed."

"I'm sorry about that," she said and placed a glass of orange juice in front of me.

"I don't mind."

She nodded and gave me a warm smile. I reluctantly smiled back and after downing the last of my juice, I left for my room to prepare for school.