The next day I had sports in class. We stood outside on the sports field.

"And now we're running!" Shouted the sports teacher. We all groaned and started running. Marie ran in front of me and rocked her hips. I grumbled and passed her.

"Ang!" I heard Cliff gasp. He's been my best friend since I can think. I slowed down. After a while Cliff said: "That guy over there has been watching you all the time."

"Who?" I asked.

"The guy over there, sitting under the tree." I turned my head and looked. A short man in a white smeared smock. I quickened my pace and approached.

"Malcolm?" I asked, puzzled. He raised his head. Shit! It was Malcolm.

"Hi." He muttered.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm on lunch break." I nodded a little. Was he already working? He was maybe two years older than me.

"Can you run with me?" I asked.

"What !?" He snapped.

"If I stop, I get a bad grade. Please." I begged. He giggled and got up. We jogged side by side. My classmates looked at us, but I didn't care. Malcolm's white coat billowed behind him. His old sneakers hit the floor in time.

"So this is where you live?" He asked, pointing to the boarding school. I nodded.

"Yes." He checked his watch.

"Oh, Angus. I am so sorry. I have to go." I sighed.

"Can I see you again?"

"Maybe, little one." He grinned and winked. I giggled sadly. "Bye!" With that he jumped over the little fence that was around the sports field and ran to the parking lot. I smiled weakly. Cliff caught up with me, panting.

"Who was that, Ang?"

"That was ... oh, it doesn't matter." I muttered.

"Ah, ah, ah! I know that look!" He exclaimed. "You're in love with him." I blushed. "Don't deny it. I know." He grinned.

"Yes. Yes, I'm in love with him." I whispered.

"Where did you meet him?"

"Last night. He bought me a drink." Cliff nodded.