But there was nothing we could do about it. I was just hoping for the school to be a good one and an open-minded one. Dean and I talked a lot and he agreed with me that it would have been worse if we had been at one school for three years and then had to change schools for our senior year. I had made some friends here in Sacramento, but I wasn’t not as close with them that it would kill me to miss them. 

There was one upside to the move – it would happen during the summer, so we would be able to start at this new school at 1 Sept. and we wouldn’t have to barge in in the middle of the school year. It was worse enough that everyone would already have their group of friends. 

When September came, Dean had a flu and couldn’t go to school. That meant I had to take that car and face this new world alone. We had discovered LA a little bit, but we didn’t exactly knew our way around. We weren’t used to this – Sacramento had already been a great adaption.

I had driven to school with my old Honda numerous times so I wouldn’t get lost when the first day came. I was about half of the way when my car decided that I wouldn’t see the school building today either. 

My car broke down. In the middle of a road. It may sound unbelievable, but it happened on a quiet road – well, one worry less. But a worry nonetheless.

I stood there, all alone, of course I had forgotten my cellphone. That always happens to me – I never really need it but have it on me, and when I do need it…

I was in the middle of a frustrated series of cursing, standing there for about ten minutes already, ringing doorbells to ask if I can use the phone but people not being at home. Finally a Buick that clearly had his glory a long time ago turned around the corner. I jumped up, waving with my arms like a complete moron and upon realising this, acted normal again.

To my delight, the driver got out of the car to see what was going on. To my even greater delight, the driver was extremely hot. Tall, bouncing curls, million-watt-smile, soft-looking mocha skin…