I couldn't believe he'd just left; just like that, without a word of goodbye, without looking back, he left. I couldn't understand why I felt disappointed. I mean, for the past two years, I've been telling myself not to get caught up in these things... that that phase of my life was gone, for good. I've been telling myself to embrace the loneliness.

   Tomorrow, I wouldn't talk to Carson. I wouldn't acknowledge him, no matter how hard it became. I had to get back to the loneliness. I couldn't afford more people to get hurt because of me.

   "Seattle, can I help you with anything?" Mr. Norman asked me, startling me from my thoughts.

   "Um, no not really. Sorry, I just kinda was daydreaming I guess. It won't happen again, I promise," I said nervously.

   "It's fine. It happens all the time," Mr. Norman said with a quiet chuckle. "I don't think I've ever seen you really socialize with anyone before," Mr. Norman said thoughtfully.

   I smiled shyly, not quite sure how to respond to that. "Um, I have to go... My parents will be wondering where I'm at if I don't get home soon. Bye," I lied.

   Blindly, I walked through the halls towards the back doors. I didn't bother stopping at my locker; it wasn't like I needed anything tonight. There wasn't any homework, which was a first in a while.

   I got to the parking lot, and only a few cars remained. A black 2008 Mercedes Porche was at the back. It only took a second for me to realize that the boy getting into the driver's side was Carson. I smiled to myself, tempted to go and say hi. But I couldn't. I wouldn't allow myself to put him in danger further.

   I continued walking past, pretending that I didn't see him. When I wasn't even twenty paces away from his car, I heard my name.

   "Seattle," Carson called. I turned around, barely hiding a smile, to see that he was catching up to me, kind of jogging, kind of walking.

   "Yes?" I asked, trying way too hard to sound nonchalant.

   "Do you want a ride home? It'd be a lot faster than walking," Carson offered.

   I chewed my lip. I couldn't accept this offer. But I wanted, so desperately, to do so anyways. But what if a Silver Liner found me right now? I didn't want that to happen, didn't need for it to happen. Of course, that's never stopped fate before.But, I have gone an entire three months now, exactly-with today being the first of November. I highly doubt that they would find me today, in the next, what? fifteen minutes? I decided I could allow for just a few minutes to get a ride home.

   "Sure," I said finally.

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