It was after school, and I was about 2,000 percent sure my parents were very close to sending out a search party. We were in the gym, where the DJ booth was already set up. There was a stack of CDs on top, which Malakai took off one by one. "Malakai, what are we doing?" "We're replacing all this junk." "Malakai. We shouldn't be here." "You agreed to help me. Now, I can't reach that one." I scoffed and stood up on my tiptoes. I couldn't reach it either. The next thing I knew, there were two hands on my waist and I was lifted in the air. I grabbed the CD and Malakai put me down. His cheeks were a lovely shade of pink, and mine were burning. "Thanks," he said quietly. I stared into his eyes. "I'd better go, or my picture will be on the back of a milk carton tomorrow."