Lance.
"Who is this Patrick guy I keep hearing about?" jack asks with an eye roll. We are in school in the library. We are supposed to be studying but all he wants to do is talk about my new friend.
After our ride together, he got us back home safely and strangely I felt a lot better. I haven't seen Ford since he decided that he wasn't going to fight for us. I haven't given up. The distance between us is the only thing that is keeping my strength. I don't know how I will react to see him again.
''Nobody.''
''He's not nobody, suddenly there is some strange guy following you around. Don't you think it is weird?''
''He is not following me around,'' I dismiss his weird thoughts.
''He is, he came from nowhere and what are the odds that he lives in our building. How come I have never seen him before?''
