In the morning, I was so sure that everything that happened last night was just a dream, and it was very difficult to argue with it. Logic is not on my side, or rather, common sense. I clung to the parts I would never have imagined - for example, his scent. I'm pretty sure I'll never dream of it myself.

Outside the window it was foggy and gloomy, which was wonderful. There's no reason why he shouldn't come to school today. I remembered that my jacket was gone, so I put on layers of thick clothes. This further confirms that my memories are real.

By the time I got downstairs, Chuck was gone too—I was moving slower than I realized. I swallowed a granola bar in three bites, sent it straight down with a box of cows, and hurried out the door. Hopefully, the rain will not fall until I find Mary.

The fog was unbelievably large: the air was almost soaked with thick fog, and it was a blur. The mist invaded the skin of my face and neck in the air, cold and biting. I can't wait to get into the car to keep warm. The fog was so thick that I noticed a silver car there when I was just a few meters away from the driveway. My heart thumped like a fawn, and then I quickly found my rhythm again.

I didn't see where he came from, but suddenly he was there, pulling the car door open for me.

"Would you like to take my ride today?" He asked, amused by my expression. Once again, he caught me by surprise. There was uncertainty in his voice. He did give me a choice—I could say no, and part of him wanted me to. It's a vain hope.

"Yes, thank you." I said, trying to keep my voice calm. As I got into the warm car, I noticed that his tan jacket was resting on the backrest of the passenger seat. The door behind me was shut, and then, in an almost impossible time, he sat down next to me and started the car.

"I brought this jacket to you, I don't want you to get sick or anything." His voice was wary. I noticed that he wasn't wearing a jacket himself, just a light gray V-neck long-sleeved shirt. Like last time, the fabric clung tightly to his perfect, muscular chest. His face contributed to my ability to take my eyes off his body.

"I'm not that weak." I said, but pulled the jacket into my lap and put my arm into the sleeve that was too long for me, curious to see if the scent was really as good as I remembered. Worse than.

"Really?" His retort was so low that I wasn't sure if he meant it to me.

We drove through the foggy streets, but always drove too fast, at least, to make me feel uncomfortable. Last night, all barriers were gone...... Pretty much all of them. I don't know if we can still be so honest with each other today. The thought made my tongue knot. I waited for him to speak first.

He turned his head and grinned at me. "Why, don't there be twenty questions today?"

"Is my question bothering you?" I asked, relieved.

"Not as much as your reaction." He looked like he was joking, but I'm not sure.

I frowned, "Is my reaction that bad?" ”

"Nope. That's the problem. You're so cold about everything – it's so unusual. It makes me wonder what exactly you're thinking. ”

"I usually tell you what I'm thinking."

"You've edited it." He complained.

"Hasn't changed much."

"Enough to drive me crazy."

"You won't want to hear that." I whispered, almost a whisper. But as soon as the words came out, I regretted it. The pain in my voice was so faint that I could only hope he hadn't noticed.

He didn't answer. I wonder if I've ruined the atmosphere. When we drove into the school parking lot, his expression was unpredictable. I remembered it in hindsight.

"Where is your family?" I asked—not just because I was happy to be alone with him, but more because I remembered that his car was usually full.

"They were in Alice's car." He shrugged and pulled over to a gleaming fiery red convertible with an open canopy. "Too pompous, isn't it?"

"Uh, wow," I gasped. "If she has this car, why does she take your car?"

"Like I said, it's too pompous. We try to keep a low profile. ”

"You didn't make it." I laughed and shook my head as we walked out of the car together. I won't be late. His crazy driving made me arrive at school quite a bit earlier. "If that's more compelling, why is Alice driving today?"

"Didn't you notice? Now I've broken all the rules. "He and I met in front of the car, and he was right next to me as we walked into the campus. I wanted to get rid of the little distance, to reach out and touch him, but I was afraid that he wouldn't like me doing it.

"Why are your cars like that?" I voiced my doubts. "If you want to keep **?"

"A hobby." He smiled mischievously and admitted. "We all like to drive fast."

"Makes sense." I whispered.

Under the eaves of the cafeteria, the roof of the cafeteria, Mary waited. Her eyeballs were almost falling out of their sockets. On her arm - God bless her - is my jacket.

"Hi, Mary." I said as we walked a few meters away. "Thank you for remembering." She handed me the jacket and didn't say anything.

"Good morning, Mary." Roger said politely. His voice was so irresistible, but it really wasn't his fault. Maybe his eyes are a little responsible.

"Hmm...... Hi. She moved those big eyes towards me, trying to get her confused thoughts back. I'll see, I'll see you in trigonometric class. She gave me a meaningful look, and I suppressed a sigh. What am I going to tell her?

"Okay, I'll see you later."

She walked away, but paused twice on the way, peeking at us from her shoulder.

"What are you going to tell her?" Roger whispered.

"Hey, I thought you couldn't read my mind!" I shushed.

"I really can't." He said in amazement. Then, a look of understanding lit up his eyes. "But I can read her mind - she's waiting to ambush you in class."

I squeaked, took his jacket off, handed it to him, and put on my own jacket. He put it on his arm.

"So, what are you going to tell her?"

"Hint?" I pleaded. "What does she want to know?"

He shook his head and grinned wickedly, "It's not fair. ”

"No, you don't share what you know -- that's not fair."

As we walked, he pondered. We stopped outside the classroom where I was going to have my first class.

She wondered if we were secretly dating. And she wants to know how you feel about me. He finally said.

"Yikes. So what shall I say? "I tried to make my expression look very innocent. People walked past us to class, maybe staring at us, but I barely noticed them.

"Ugh." He stopped, grabbed a strand of hair that had escaped from the curl around my neck, and twisted it back into its place. My heart was pounding excessively. "I think you'd better say yes to the first question...... Of course, if you don't mind - it's much easier than any other explanation. ”

"I don't mind." I said in a weak voice.

"As for another question...... Well, I'll hear the answer myself. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing my favorite asymmetrical pouting smirk. I didn't have time to steady my breath and respond to the note. He turned and walked away.

"We'll see you at lunch." He shouted to me from his shoulder. Three people who were about to walk in the door stopped to stare at me.

I rushed into the classroom, ashamed and annoyed. He's a vile villain. Now that I was more worried about what I was going to say to Mary, I slammed my bag in my seat in anger.

"Good morning, Imia." Jack greeted from his seat next to me. I looked up and saw a strange, even flattering look on his face. "How's it going?"

"This ...... "can't be reported truthfully." Awesome. "Although that's not exactly the case for me." Mary bought a very cute dress. ”

"Did she talk about Monday night?" He asked, his eyes sparkling. The conversation turned to this, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"She said she had a very good time." I reassured him.

"Did she really say that?" He asked eagerly.

"Absolutely."

Mr. Wei Hong asked the whole class to listen to him and asked us to hand in the papers. The English and political lessons were in a blur, and I was worried about how I was going to explain it to Mary, and I was anxious about whether Roger would actually hear what I said through the medium of Mary's thoughts. How inconvenient his little talent is - when it's not there to save my life.

By the end of the second lesson, the fog had almost dispersed, but the sky was still overcast, and the clouds were low on the horizon. I looked at the sky with a smile.

Of course, Roger was right. When I walked into the trigonometry classroom, Mary was sitting in the last row, almost jumping out of her seat with excitement......