I feel it. I’ve felt it since our eyes met in the bathroom when I fell over my own jeans and showed him all the goods. The instant connection. Lust I’m sure, but I never felt for Ryan in two years what I felt for Dean in the first half hour. I don’t think I’ll regret this. “Yes. I feel it too.” I answer meeting his eyes “Good.” He lets out a sigh “You wanna get out?” I say with a sly grin. “Hell yes.” He says. I had 5 weeks until graduation. 5 weeks to Freedom. I wasn't expecting to meet him. I wasn't expecting for him to mean something to me. If you knew the ending, would you be willing to change the beginning? Regret is a bitter pill to swallow. Heartbreak is even worse.