After a 6-hour drive back to L.A., and we are finally here. If I’m not mistaken, it is Wednesday and school gets out an hour earlier than the other days. It is currently six in the afternoon, and the campus is basically empty.

"So uhmm…," Kyla did a 360 around herself once we got out of the bus. "Our timing may have been a little off." I walked out of the bus, and on to the parking lot of my old high school.

"Everything looks the same," I said as my eyes wandered the campus. "The green tables, the bulletin board, and the everything is in the exact same places," I pointed out. I walked to the bulletin board and scanned all the papers, which were posted on it. If I’m not mistaken, there is always the teacher schedule posted somewhere on the board. "Aha!" I shouted with my finger pointing at a paper.

Kyla ran from the bus to me. "What? What is it?" she asked.

"Right here," I said with a cheeky grin while my finger was still pointing to a spot on the paper.

"Spencer Carlin. Junior, Senior Math teacher," Kyla read out loud. "Well, I guess we found out what school she teaches at," she clapped her hands together. "She’s obviously not here right now, so what should we do now? We can come back tomorrow morning."

"Okay," I said looking back at the bold letters on the paper. "We can go and get some food. I’m starving," I said rubbing my stomach.

"Fatty," Kyla punched me in the arm and walked back towards the bus.

"You wish you had these abs," I rubbed my stomach. "Let’s go get pizza!" I shouted as I followed Kyla to the bus, but not without looking at the bulletin board once last time.

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"I’ll take a large olive and pepper pizza with two diet cokes," Kyla ordered while I stood next to her looking down with my trucker hat and sunglasses on. My hand was at the side of my face as I made sure not to look directly at the cashier. Fortunately, I was the only one who had to have a disguise, because Kyla refused to be in the media, and if she was ever in a picture  of a gossip column, her name is always unknown. She absolutely hated the media, and doesn’t even tell people she is my manager. She just says she is a very close friend; which she is.