My next class is History, and it’s my favorite…mostly because I get to stare at Mr. Donati and his gorgeous blue eyes for forty whole minutes. I do a quick sweep of the classroom as I walk in. My stomach drops when I pass by Shadow’s desk and notice she’s still absent. The last time I saw her was when she was hysterically crying on my front lawn. I’ve tried bringing it up to Knox, but he said it wasn’t his responsibility to keep tabs on the bitches he screws. He’s a real class act.
