Maya St. Germain

Whisper, whisper, whisper. Almost feels like Alison's still here.

I'm not mad at you.

I was right. It's spectacular.

What's there to be angry about?

- Who is that? - Toby. Toby Cavanaugh.

Hug you or shake hands.

Hey. Can I talk to you for a sec?

Some space.

You just need to know that.

Oh! Great. You found them.

A picture.

A kiss.

You and me kissing.

- Where were they? - In my chemistry book.

- Sorry. - Don't say that.

First paper's due Monday, and I've written two words: My name.

You spend too much time thinking about what things mean.

Somebody must've grabbed them at the party.

I saw this and thought it was the greatest color on the planet.

Mm-hm.

So I'll wait.

- I think we look cute. - Did you put them in my book?

Just tell me if you did. I won't be angry.

Good night.

Don't know what I'm supposed to do right now.