The school hallway was full of noise during the break. Someone was slamming their locker, laughter echoed from somewhere down the corridor, and a few freshmen hurried nervously from one classroom to another. I was sitting on one of the benches by the wall. My bag was on the floor next to my feet, my phone in my hand, while I occasionally glanced at my notes. Mia was sitting in front of me, half turned around on the bench, almost kneeling on it.