Bridgette frowned as she looked across the vacant leather seats. She was sure she’d left it there on her bus ride back. “Oh thank you,” Bridgette quickly took it off his hands. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. She’d scheduled the rest of her week in that little leather bound book. Plus, she had her whole to do list in there. As dramatic as it sounded, Bridgette couldn’t survive without her to do list. “You’re…” she thought aloud. The boy looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite put a name on him. “Something Dennings?” she asked.
"No problem," Xavier said, shrugging his shoulders as he shot the girl a grin. "Don't worry, if there's anything personal on there, I swear that I didn't touch it. And wouldn't dare touch anyone's diary, anyway." It wasn't necessarily true, —he had once read his ex's diary by accident and never told her about it—but hey, whatever. As long as he didn't read this girl's, he was still on her good side. Surprised that she knew of him, Xavier slowly nodded. "It's Xavier. Xavier Dennings," he told her. "And forgive me, but I don't seem to remember your name. Mind telling me what it is?"












