That next Monday, Donna and Eric met me for lunch in the college's cafeteria. The two were making their way over to the table I had saved for us. Eric was talking to Donna in a hushed voice and it wasn't until they were closer that I could make out what he was saying.

"I'm telling you, Donna, I've never seen him like this," Eric seemed really concerned.

"I'm sure he'll be just fine," Donna tried to reassure him.

"Who?" I asked.

"Hyde," Donna answered. "Eric thinks he's even more crazy then usual."

"Not think, know," Eric corrected her.

"No," Donna shook her head.

"Well, sure he seemed a little down at the football game, but that was nothing to worry about from what I saw," I inserted.

"He left the circle," Eric said attempting to emphasis his point.

"The circle?" I asked.

"That's where a whole bunch of us get together to… smoke," Donna informed me. "And believe me, that's not like Hyde to leave like that. Why didn't you stop him Eric?"

"Would you want to stop Hyde when you're high?" Eric shot back.

"No, I guess not," Donna said.

"So, shouldn't we help him or something?" I suggested.

"Hyde won't accept help from anyone on a personal problem," Donna shrugged.

"Wait, Donna, wait," Eric said. "What if he didn't know we were helping him?"

I looked at Donna as if saying 'it might work.'

"No," Donna shook her head and looked over at Eric. "No. Well, maybe. We'll try it, but I'm telling you it won't work."

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see Jordan smiling at me. I was shocked but pleasantly surprised to see him next to me.

"Oh, hi… um," I said, looking slightly confused.

"Jordan," he said presuming that I had forgotten his name.

"Yeah, I knew that," I said.

"Eppie, we'll talk to you later, I have class," I heard Donna say somewhere behind be.

"Yeah, sure," I waved my two friends off.

"So, are you doing anything tonight?" Jordan asked sliding into the chair next to me.

"No," I told him. "Oh, wait, yes, I am busy tonight."

"Oh, I understand," Jordan sounded disappointed.

"No, it's not because I don't like you or anything, because I do," I stammered trying to cover my slight slip up. "It's just that I already made plans." Jordan looked at me, his eyes full of sadness. "Oh, not with another guy, with my friends, Eric and Donna; they were just sitting there, across from me."

"Aren't they engaged?" Jordan asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "The wedding's going to be beautiful."

"Great," Jordan continued. "So, how does Saturday sound?"

"Wonderful," I smiled, amazed at how graceful I was turning out to be. "Call me."

I wrote my number down on a napkin and walked away. That went so well I could hardly believe that was me talking to my crush.