Have you ever felt like a stray cat? Not one of those cute, friendly ones, either. I'm talking like, an alley cat. The kind that's wary of human contact because she's been hurt before. She wants to trust the hand that's extended to her, but experience warns her away. No matter how much she wants to, she can't trust the offer of kindness.Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one.Who would understand...

You know, I really should have known better. She was high, entirely too candid and overly interested in my love life. But that's probably what I liked about her. It drew me to her when, in all sanity, it should have repulsed me to no end. Of course I thought I would never see her again. But I did. And I knew from the moment we ran into each other on the third floor after seventh period, I'd be...