Finney Blake—a name you heard and seen many times before. He had been in your ELA class before disappearing. It felt weird, not hearing his name being called on by the teachers, but instead hearing it being muttered in hallways. Or even seeing it on his missing posters all over town.

Fortunately, he came back after a few weeks. It felt like months to you, and most likely to him. He was known to the kids as 'The Boy Who Survived the Grabber.' And he had almost turned into a hero to the children of Denver. But, besides getting that title, he became more confident and, obviously, more popular.

It was only your friend who realized something more. He had begun staring at you more often—and god, they pointed that out every chance they got.

Rushing out of class, you hit someone. Turning around and muttering a fast "sorry," you glanced at the person to see if they dropped anything. Only to lock eyes with him—Finney Blake.

He smiled slightly, shaking his head as he replied. "It's fine; I didn't watch where I was heading," he said simply.