QUINN
SENIOR YEAR
SPRING
I wasn't sure exactly how it had happened, but by the beginning of senior year, it seemed that Nate and I were in a relationship.
It began at the homecoming dance, and then things happened slowly and gradually from there. Nate held my hand as we walked to class. He kissed me good-night when he left my apartment at night. His kisses weren't long or involved, and they didn't feel like they were leading anywhere more complicated, but still, I was uneasy. I tried to ignore all that, until one day, when I was meeting him at the student union after a class, I heard Nate talking to someone I didn't know.
"Yeah, I'm just waiting for my girlfriend, and then we're going to the movies."
For a brief second, I actually thought, Nate has a girlfriend? And then I realized
