Camden walked into the cafeteria this morning with a smile on his face. “Whatss up, Camm?” I say, my voice teasing. “Not alott, Kales. did you sleep well?” he said, teasing back. “Of course I did,” I say shooting him a look that said “I always sleep well when I dream of you.” “Cool. I can’t wait to get to class,” he said with a very arousing smile. “Mmmmm, me either,” I say, giving him a “wish you could be there now, huh?” look. Mr. Barrett was our first block today, and our third and fourth. Three whole periods of Camden Long teasing and arousing me, three whole periods for me to play him back. My life was officially wonderful. Not wonderful, perfect. Absolutely perfect. 
          The class bell rang and the entire cafeteria made a fast dart for the double doors. After spending thirty minutes in the cafeteria of chaos, class was pure bliss for everyone. I walked casually to Mr. Barrett’s room, and I slammed my binder on the table at my seat in the back of the room. I walked to the desk in the back and signed out to use the restroom, and when I came back, I found that Camden had not only found his way from the cafeteria but had found his way into my binder. “Camden!!!!!!! My binder!!!!!!!!!! It has been covered in “I was here”‘s and “hi”‘s!!!!!” I say as I reach in my binder for a pencil. “Maybe that isn’t a bad thing,” Camden said as he wrote in blue ink on the front of my binder another “I wuz hurr”. 
          Just then Mr. Barrett walked in and shut the door behind him. Now I could really start to work. I placed my hands in my lap, but left them loose so Camden could find them and pull them slowly closer to his waiting body.