He met me on the way to school. He said he was going this way anyway, but I know he lives on the other side of town. That made me smile. He'd gone out of his way for me. Or maybe he just wanted to find out about her. He wanted to know if she'd ever mentioned him, I was sure he did. But neither of us said a word on the way to school. The truth is, she had spoken about him all the time, how handsome he was, how sweet he was, great athlete, great musician. Great everything to her. At lunch he came and sat at the same table as me, I was on my own again. He said to me, 'Hayley, are you okay? You seem subdued.' I looked at him and tried to smile. Then he asked if I felt okay about talking about Christine. I said I was okay with it, but inside I never wanted to hear her name again. He asked if she was nice to me, was she bouncy or moody. He liked her, maybe even loved her. Not me, her, Christine, Chris.