I didn't tell Harper about meeting Evan. I wasn't even sure what it meant myself.

We talked for about ten minutes then he left to go play volleyball again. I watched him play for a while and every now and then he would glance back at me and smirk.

Tomorrow started the first day of school and I was a bundle of nerves. I was almost positive that Logan and I were going to have some classes together, but good for me, Harper and I had all but two classes together.

Harper hasn't stop talking since we got our schedules. One second she is so excited to start school, and the next she gets so nervous she can barely breath.

"You ready?" Harper asked breaking me from my thoughts.

"Um.....Sure," I said standing.

"Are you okay, Char?"

"I don't know probably just nerves."

Harper sent a small smile my way,"Come on let's go buy our books for school."

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"Whoa,"Harper said her mouth dropping open.

I looked up to see what she was talking about. There was a line of students going out the library. It reminded me of a ride at a amusement park except these faces are anything but excited.

"This is going to take forever,"Harper exclaimed walking toward the long line.

Once we finally made it inside we got in and out as fast as we could, which wasn't that easy since there were so many people you could bearly breath.

As we were walking out a gust of wind hit my face sending some hair to my back.

"So how about some food,"I said speaking for the first time since we got in the library.

"Sounds great. Where do you want to go?"

"Some p....,"My voice caught as I saw him.

I haven't seen him since I left. Everytime I think I about over him, he pops up again. Then the feels come rushing back all over again.

I know he saw me. Now he is just staring the opposite direction. Waiting for me to pass.

Once we got in the car Harper asked,"What happened back there?"

"I saw Logan,"I mumbled.

"Which one was he?"Harper said getting a little excited. She started thinking about the past few moments trying to remember the faces.

I couldn't meet her eyes. I didn't want to talk about him. I want to forget him completely. Forget the memories of us. Those years when we were the couple everyone looked up to. Everyone thought we were going to get married. I thought we were going to get married.

I pushed these thoughts away and began to describe him not going into to much detail.

She nodded letting the situation slip,"So pizza?"