Angel wanted desperately to call out Michael's name. To try and pretend that he had never hurt her. Maybe he had a valid excuse for the long period of silence from him that made her wonder if he was even alive. The sound of other students in the cafeteria sounded like a distant buzzing as she watched Michael prop his feet up on the table and flipped through a paperback novel.

A girl in tiger patterned tank top and short jeans appeared out of nowhere and sat down next to Michael, her arm instantly intertwining with his.

Introducing Lily. She always claims that she's special because she's 1/8th or 1/6th, depending on the time of the day or the kind of her mood, Native American. She had thick black hair and gleaming dark skin. Her eyes were slightly too big for her face and her teeth, although white, were in desperate need of braces.

However, her most attractive quality was her bold character. She was flirtatious and adventurous, not caring much for the laws or codes of the school. She spent more time in Dunkin Donuts and Starbucks than in school during a school day.

At least, that's what catches the attention of the guys.

Lily leaned against Michael, seemingly interested in what he was reading. That did it for Angel. She stormed out, tossing her aluminum tray of food into a trash bin. She knew she shouldn't waste food but she had lost her appetite completely. Watching Michael being so intimate with a girl upset her. She felt so betrayed. But she wasn't sure why.

Angel darted into the down the hallway into the music department and exited the hated school through the backdoors.

The back exit from the science department led to the "heart" of Barrie High School—the pond. Five sycamore trees and numerous maple trees surrounded a fairly large sized pond. Angel crossed the artificially green field of grass and leaned her back against a tree, facing the pond and away from school.

She was starting to get used to being ignored and starting to get used to the feeling of not belonging. But when she saw Michael, she remembered what it felt like to belong, what it felt like to have someone you trust, and what it felt like to have a friend.

Using the back of her hand, she wiped at her eyes, feeling lost.

"Rough day?" a playful voice said from above, startling her, "It looks like someone tried to drown you."