“Dorothy!” my mom called out. “The timer!”

My mind was elsewhere.

After abandoning me in the hallway earlier to talk to the extremely gorgeous, practically perfect new girl, Ace never came back to class. The only explanation I got from him was a simple text.

Ace

Something came up so I won’t be in class for the rest of the day.

Stay at school and don’t leave without letting me know. Madoc is going to give you a ride home.

“Oh, shoot! Sorry.” I had been so lost in thought that I didn’t even hear the incessant beeping of the oven timer going off.

No more distractions, I thought. ~If...