"Hmm, do they match your socks, white and lacy?"

"Damn, you're good."

He grins big and walks off to class feeling all good about himself.

I'm wearing red lace, really, but, shh, don't tell.

Mom always says red lace panties make you feel powerful sexy, even if no one ever sees them. (Words to live by.) I hope the back of my hair looks okay.

French class I go sit down in french class. I was able to test into this higher class, so I don't see anyone I know. I take a seat in the middle row, about halfway to the back. I don't want sit right up front, but I also don't wanna look like a slacker. I feel my phone buzz in my bag and bend down to take a peek at it. We aren't supposed to use our phones during class, but I have a couple minutes. I pull it out and see a pic of Brooklyn. He's in my favorite pair of Billabong board shorts and the only other thing he is wearing is a leather cord necklace with a charm stamped with the Japanese symbol for the word chaos, that I gave him. He tells me he's getting it tattooed on the inside of his wrist soon.

Brooklyn