I wanted to figure out who DP was. My mind was made up. When I would get back to my dorm after classes, I would look for him in my yearbook from last year. All I had to get through my last period, which was Classic American Literature. The good thing about today was that we were reading a book on the teacher's list.

I hardly got anywhere in my book for two reasons. One, it was quite boring. Two, all I could think about was finding out who DP was. Trying to immerse myself in my book, I focused on the words on the pages. My mind raced with thoughts instead of focusing on the book.

Thankfully, the bell rang, ending the day. I hurriedly packed up my backpack and nearly sprinted out of the classroom. The hallways were already full, so I had to push my way through the flood. Unfortunately for me, the girls' dorms were the farthest away from all of the classrooms. If I was quick enough, I could bypass all of the traffic in Gideon Hallway.

I was successful! I sped through Gideon Hallway before the mess of my classmates came. Charlotte always told me I was slow, but I proved her wrong that day. Speaking of Charlotte . . . "Luna!" she called out from behind me. I slowed down and turned around. "Where are you going? We have Spanish Club tonight."

My heart sank. "Really?"

"Yeah," she said, reaching me. She frowned and said, "Why were you rushing off to our room? You always know when we have Spanish Club."

"I want to find out who DP is."

"DP?"

"The kid I'm texting," I explained, nodding slowly. Behind Charlotte, a wave of kids came strolling toward us, so I pulled her to the side of the hallway. "We figured out that we go to the same school."

"What?" Charlotte asked, her mouth dropping open. "He goes here?"

"Apparently."

"Nice," Charlotte said, nodding. "But finding out who he is has to wait. Spanish Club is waiting for us."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I said, my shoulders dropping. I really wanted to go through all my yearbooks, but I couldn't. "But, when we get back to our room, I'm going to look through our yearbook to see if anyone in there has the initials of DP."

"Yes, ma'am," Charlotte said, laughing. I followed her to the Spanish classroom, still thinking about DP. A part of me wanted to know who he was, but then the other part told me to keep him as a mystery.

Our Spanish teacher sat at her desk, an annoyed look on her face. I noticed a kid sitting right in front of her desk, and he seemed to be getting a stern talking to from Mrs. Garcia. I guessed he cheated on a test because Mrs. Garcia said, "You have detention for the next week, Mr. Philips. I do not tolerate this sort of behavior."

The kid grumbled an apology and stood up, brushing past Charlotte and me. "Hey, Mrs. Garcia," I said, albeit rather awkwardly.

"Miss Paige, Miss Oakley," Mrs. Garcia said, nodding in our direction. Her hawk eyes narrowed when she looked at her computer screen. "Please sit."

We did as she asked. The room felt a little cold, so I pulled my blazer tighter around my shoulders. She continued tapping away at her computer, and my eyes glanced at the door. No one else was here. That was weird. The Spanish Club had at least ten kids that came every month, so where are they? Charlotte nudged my hand and whispered, "Why are we the only ones here?"

"You read my mind." I grinned but shrugged. "I have no clue. Maybe she just wants to talk to us about something."

"We didn't do anything wrong."

"It's probably for the scholarship for seniors," I pointed out, nodding. "We are seniors, after all."

"Ooh, good idea."

"Girls, I'll be back in a second," Mrs. Garcia said. My gaze snapped up to her to see her standing near the door. Her glasses were perched at the end of her crooked nose, and she looked like a bird. "I have to go grab some papers from the printer."

I turned toward Charlotte as she left the room and said, "I just want to get back to our room and search for DP."

"You need to be patient, Luna."

"When have I ever been patient?"

"Good point," Charlotte said, giggling. She reached up into her hair and pulled the hair tie away from it. Her blonde hair spilled down to her shoulders, and she sighed, rubbing her scalp. "You put my hair up too tight."

"I'm sorry," I said, rolling my eyes. "Do you know what's for dinner tonight?"

"Lasagna," she said, grimacing. "I hate lasagna. This school doesn't do it justice."

"Me either." I sighed and said, "Another salad will have to do."

"Char!" a guy said from behind us. Turning around, I saw Paul, Charlotte's boyfriend. His curly brown hair bounced as he walked toward us. "Babe, guess what?"

"What?"

"I want you to guess."

Charlotte laughed as I snorted. "Paul," I said, grinning, "you should know that Charlotte will never guess at anything you want her to."

"It was worth a try," he said, shrugging. He plopped down on Charlotte's desk and said, "Anyway, I passed my U.S. History exam!"

"Good job!" Charlotte said, nodding enthusiastically. "I knew you could do it."

Paul may not have seemed like he should be at Fitzgerald School For the Gifted, but he was truly talented. He was a musical prodigy and knew how to play so many different instruments. However, he didn't do well in academics. That was actually how he met Charlotte. I tutored Paul in math last year, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of Charlotte. He failed that class, but he did get the girl.

"Mr. Bryant, what are you doing here?" Mrs. Garica asked. I jumped in my seat and tried to play it off as if I were moving. Charlotte noticed, though, and laughed. "You aren't in Spanish Club."

"I may not be, but my girlfriend is," Paul said, grinning. I noticed small dimples in his cocoa skin and figured that's why Charlotte liked him so much. He was actually really cute, with a button nose, dimples, and soft brown eyes. "Can I stay?"

"No," Mrs. Garcia said shortly. Her hawk eyes stared at him. "This is a meeting for only those two. Get out, Mr. Bryant."

"Yes, ma'am," Paul said, standing up. He saluted to her before sauntering out of the classroom and away from my sight.

"Okay, ladies," Mrs. Garcia said, leaning against her desk. "There's a reason why you two are the only two here."

"We aren't in trouble, are we?" Charlotte asked worriedly.

"No."

"Then, why are we here?"

"Every year, the Spanish Club gives out a scholarship for seniors," Mrs. Garcia explained. "Usually we wait to announce who we're giving it to until the end of the year, but this year we are doing this differently. The scholarship goes to one boy and one girl. However, there is no boy who is a senior in the club."

"The only seniors are us," I said, pointing to Charlotte and me.

"Correct. You girls will be receiving the scholarship at the end of the year instead of a boy and girl."

A grin lit up my face as I looked over at Charlotte. "I never thought I'd get a scholarship," Charlotte said, laughing. We stood up, and I threw my arms around her. "God, Luna, what are you doing?"

"I'm just happy for us," I said, squeezing her tight. "We're awesome; did you know that?"

"Of course."

"Okay, ladies," Mrs. Garcia said, and I let go of my best friend. "That's all I wanted to tell you. You are free to go."

"Thank you so much!" I said, grabbing my backpack from underneath the desk. "We really appreciate it."

Charlotte and I walked out of the classroom together. The hallway was bright in contrast to the darker classroom, and I squinted. "It's such a beautiful day," Charlotte said, peering out the windows dreamily. "I want to go outside."

"You promised that we could look for DP when Spanish Club was over."

"I know," she sighed. Her eyes lit up, and I knew an idea hit her. "Do you think we could do it outside?"

"Sure."

"Yay!" We hurried to our room, taking the quickest route possible. I threw my backpack at my bed, and it bounced off, landing beside it. I didn't bother to pick it up. "Do you want to change before heading outside?"

"Yeah," I said, taking my blazer off. Grabbing some jeans and a T-shirt, I stripped out of my uniform. I tugged my clothes on and put on some tennis shoes. "I'm ready."

"Don't you need the yearbook and some paper?"

"Oh, yeah." Searching around my room, I cursed us for being untidy. I had no clue where the yearbook was. I asked Charlotte, and she shrugged. "Great." I spotted the silvery cover of the yearbook underneath some clothing. I ripped it out from underneath the pile and sighed when the pile of clothes fell over, creating more of a mess. "When we get back, we have to clean up."