I walk into class and take my seat in the middle. My girl, Lacy, takes her seat next to me. "What's up girly?" she asks. "Hey!" I say excitedly, maybe too excitedly. "Okay, spill.” “Spill what?” “Who is he?" "Who is who?" I say with a sly smile. The bell rings and a man walk’s in closing the door behind him. "Saved by the bell." I think to myself. I look at the man. He's tall with dirty blond hair, blue-eyes, and very han...