"Hey," a guy in my history class said to me after class.

I was holding my books and walking out of the class. He has black hair and green eyes.

"Hey," I said.

"I'm Eric," he said.

I looked at him and smiled; "hey. I'm Stephanie."

"Hey Stephanie,"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doin after school?"

"Um well I have dance rehearsal and then ballet and then I have to be home for………."

"Well would you like to get some coffee after school?"

"Um well I have plans."

"After that then?"

"Um well I have to be home for…………."

"Yes I know. Dinner. Well how bout I have dinner at your place?"

"Um well I'll have to ask my dad but……….I'll let you know by the end of the day."

"Ok."

"Wait I don't have your phone number."

"Its…………"

We exchanged phone numbers.

"What do you have next?" Eric asked me.

"Math. You?"

"Science."

"Oh."

"So how bout that history class huh?" eric asked

"Ugh I know."

"How long can you ramble on about the American revolution?"

We laughed.

"You have a great smile," Wric told me.

"Thanks."

"Well," the bell rang; "I'll see you after school."

"Yeah bye."

"Bye."

Eric went down the hall.

My friend Gia walked up to me excitedly; "omygod Steph he totally likes you!"

"Um well……….."

"Hey me and a coupla guys are goin clubbing tonight. You wanna come with?"

"Um idinno maybe. I'll have to ask my dad."

"You can bring Eric."

"Ok I'll think about it."

"Ok."

Another bell rang.

"I'm goin outside to have a smoke," Gia informed me.

"Ok. See ya."

"Yeah bye Steph."

I walked into the math room just as the teacher was about to pull it closed.

"Stephanie you almost made it," he informed me.

"Almost?"

He pointed at his watch; "yeah. It's 2 minutes past."

"Oh."

My phone rang.

"Can I take this?" I asked.

"It'll make you later. But yes."

"Ok."

I stepped back into the hall and the teacher closed the door. I pulled my phone out of my purse and held it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi Steph," my dad said.

"Oh hi Dad. Um I'm supposed to be in class right now………"

"I know. But I won't be able to pick you up tonight."

"Ok."

"Michelle has soccer then horseback riding then ballet."

"Oh ok. Hey Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Um is it ok if I spend the night over at Gia's?"

I figured that was easier then telling him I was going clubbing which I knew he'd give me a lecture about.

"Yeah sure."

"Ok. And a guy from my history class Eric wants to come over for dinner."

"Ok that's fine."

"Ok."

I wondered what was going on. Usually Dad would've asked me more questions.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Um well……….we have to go and pick up DJ from college this weekend."

"Why I thought she was staying till the end of the semester."

"She was but she's been really depressed lately."

"Oh ok."

"Yeah."

"Is it ok if Gia comes along?"

"Yeah sure."

"When are we going to pick her up?"

"On Friday."

"Oh."

"Also on Friday Michelle's got a game and a ballet performance."

"Oh ok."

"So I'll see you tomorrow when you come home I guess."

"Yeah see ya."

"Ok bye."

"Bye."

By that time class was half over. My next class was science. I decided to go outside.

I walked down the hall and out the front doors of the school and outside where I heard Gia before I saw her.

"Hey Steph," she said.

As I was walking down the steps I looked to my right and saw Gia sitting on the grass, smoking. I walked down the rest of the stairs and over to the grass next to her where I saw down.

"Hey Gia," I said.

"Whats up" she asked me.

"Not much. You?"

"Same."

"My dad said I could go clubbing with you tonight."

"He actually agreed to that?"

"Well, no. He agreed to me staying over."

"Oh."

"Which I will be after clubbing. I mean if that's ok with you and your mom."

"Yeah that's fine."

"Ok."

Gia smoked some more.

"Hey on Friday we're going to pick up DJ."

Gia looked at me; "you and your family?"

"Yeah and you. I mean if you're up to it."

"Yeah sure that's fine whatever."

"Ok."

"I thought she wasn't coming home till the end of the semester."

"Yeah so did we. But…."

"But?"

"But she's not. Obviously."

"Yeah well why what happened?"

"She's apparently become very depressed."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"ok."