Calculus and English class flew by. Miss Cahill wasn't back, so we had a substitute and it wasn't Dana Lattimore. That meant we got a worksheet and no homework, rather than starting Macbeth.
After that class let out, I walked with Trina to the cafeteria after we'd hit our lockers. She usually ate her lunch in the cafeteria while I had become accustomed to having lunch with Miss Green and Mr. Delgado. Today, because I was thinking about it, I watched her join a group of her friends while I grabbed my burger and chips to take with me. Carla was among those friends, but there were five or six of them who were all seniors and who appeared to be part of a regular lunch group.
It was the first time I realized that I didn't really know my girlfriend's friends at all.
I pondered that as I made
