Emma sat at the computer, drumming her fingers on the keyboard thoughtfully. It was after school hours, and the normally buzzing hallway was empty and quiet. She began typing up her poem for Miss Quann. Once she was finished, she read over it.

O, lonely love, How can you be so blind? O, sweet love, This darkness that holds the bind... Carry on without knowing... So hard to keep it from showing... You have become blank. And who do I have to thank?

Myself.

She chuckled to herself. She was starting to sound like Ashley. She saved the file and as she gathered her backpack, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. The wheeled around just as a warm hand touched her shoulder. The handsome face of Spinner smiled down at her.

"Sorry if I scared you," he said, wincing. "What are you doing here?"

Emma slumped against the table, relieved that it wasn't somebody else.

"I should be asking you the same thing."

Spinner chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I was just walking around the school... it's so much quieter after hours."

Satisfied, Emma grinned. "I was working on Miss Quann's poetry project."

Spinner's eyebrows rose and he eyed the printed poem mischieviously. He snatched it up and danced around the room, holding it just above Emma's reached as she jumped up and down trying to take it back.

"Give that back, Spinner!"

He began to read the poem aloud, pausing dramatically between lines. When he was finished, he put the poem down and gazed at Emma. He held the paper out to her and she snatched it back. He could practically see the smoke coming out of her ears.

He grinned. "Simmer down! It's really good, I would say."

Her face was blank for a moment and then she blushed.

"Thank you." She mumbled to the floor.

Spinner grinned and picked up his backpack.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then."

Having calmed a bit, she smiled up at him.

"You bet."