She sat in the library, biting the end of her pencil. Was she truly doing homework? No. She sat in the same place she always did on Mondays and Fridays, where she knew Michael would be. She watched him from across the library, fixating on this nerd. Something about him drove her mad. She always seemed to be around, even if Michael didn’t notice. Her whole schedule was nearly identical to his—was there a reason for that?