Emily's p.o.v
Form class is now over and I am on my way to my first period class, Art. All the boys showed up to form class late. But that wasn't what caught everyone's attention. It was the black and blue bruises and some red cuts that littered their faces. Gee, I wonder how they did that. It was obviously a result of their breakfast brawl. I wonder who got the food.
As I am making my way to Art class, I can’t help but think of the 6 boys who have somehow managed to infiltrate my mind ever since I got back. More specifically, Blake. The one boy who, no matter how hard I tried, will not leave my thoughts. And to be honest, I don't mind it that much. I don't have anything against him, he never even knew I existed before I returned less than a week ago.
To be honest with myself, I think I
