The drive to the university was exactly as I expected. Dallas said that he was going to go slow for me. Yeah, right, I think that as we weaved through traffic, I lost at least a million heartbeats to my life by just holding my breath. But it was fun, and I loved it.
“You said you would go slow.” I mocked the second that we parked, the bike stopped, and I took my helmet off.
“That was slow.” Dallas jested back, and I could not help but laugh.
“If you consider a roller coaster slow.” I joked.
“So, where to?” Dallas asked, looking around the Oval garden of Stanford.
Before I had a chance to respond, I saw Dr Kline emerge from the main building, where his office was, and head toward our lecture hall. He glanced in my direction. I knew that I had missed several days of lectures, which wa
