Luke was reading over his chemistry notes and realized that he kept writing Charity's name over and over. His face went red. He didn't want anyone to see them. He tore them out of the notebook and pulled a pencil out of his backpack and started copying his notes over.

"Quit thinking about her," he said.

He heard Charity playing her guitar in the next room. He closed his eyes and saw her a week before. Sitting in the little girl Briana's living room, her guitar on her lap, playing and singing a song about angels, her voice angelic. He saw her standing up and taking a bow and looking at him, smiling. He had turned away and he didn't know why, his heart had started beating in his chest a hundred miles an hour it seemed. He opened his eyes and tried to block out the guitar playing.

He copied the notes over and folded up the sheets of paper he tore out and tossed them into his wastebasket. He turned his light off and jumped into bed, thinking of his chemistry test he had to take the next day.