I was in Calculus, and once again Blake and Jordan were bickering stupidly behind me. I almost groaned out loud. The teacher was reading the newspaper while we were all meant to be doing our work.

Of course, they weren't.

"Please, I'm the King of cheesy pickup lines," Jordan challenged, holding his head in the air.

Blake rolled his eyes. "You are not."

"Oh yeah? I'll prove it."

Please don't say my name, please don't say my name.

"Stef," Jordan poked me and I groaned.

"What do you want?"

"Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, I died fifteen years ago just like that...