4. Maddox

FOUR

MADDOX

As I step out of my last class, I spot a white T-shirt I recognize.

My luck today keeps getting better.

I should turn right to head to the cafeteria, but before I can tell myself it's a bad idea, I head straight, following her.

My inner voice tells me I can't just approach a random girl because I think I saw her checking me out. But I shrug at myself. Because sure I can.

The swarm of students starts to fill in around my target, and not wanting to lose her, I start to jog.

I've just about reached her, my hand stretched out to tap her shoulder, when she twirls around and slams right into me.