I didn't think I would ever fall asleep. The idea that Charles Rafe, the boy I'd dreamed about every night of my teenage life, was laying on my couch in the form of a full-grown sexy man made me toss and turn.
Go back out there, Elena, I told myself. Who cares about your reputation or what bad path it might lead to. Take Cathy's advice. It can go both ways. You can use each other.
I must have finally fallen asleep, however, because I was suddenly sitting with Cathy in the cafeteria of our old school, only it was the later, adult versions of us.
"What's the worst that can happen if you go out there?" she asked.
"I'm never taken seriously again and have to move?"
"Away from me? Then never mind. Don't do it."
She was suddenly one of the orphans from Mrs. Addison's, the one named Charlot
