"Who was that?" Erin asked as I walked back over to her. Two of our other friends had already left, leaving her sitting alone at one of the picnic tables.

"Some sophomore in my math class," I said wearily. "He has a couple classes with Fitz, so I was hoping he'd seen him."

"Any luck?" she asked, glancing up from her doodling. I shook my head and she frowned, tucking her dirty-blonde hair behind her ear. "Hmm. Have you checked with the blonde? Sophie, I think her name is?"

"Not yet." I glanced towards the door. "I don't want to walk in on them, though. That would be all kinds of awkward."

Erin laughed. "Please. Sophie and Fitz? The most those two innocents are going to do is make mushy comments about how much they love each other. Besides, have you seen her with Keefe? I can feel the chemistry from across the building."

"Sure you can."

"I'm serious!" Erin turned back to her doodling, which as slowly beginning to resemble a cat. "Hey, can you get that guy's number? My friend has seen him around and thinks he's cute, so she asked me to try and get it--and since you just talked to him....?"

"Who, Tam?"

I turned around and glanced back towards the bench, finding it empty. The kids streaming through the front doors had slowed to a trickle, and most of the buses had left. I was seriously considering going inside and screaming Fitz's name until he came out.

"Ugh," I groaned, burying my head in my arms. "That's it. Come on. We're finding my brother."

I got up and grabbed Erin's wrist, dragging her away from her paper with a fair amount of protesting.

Finding my brother took longer than I thought it would, but we eventually caught sight of him walking back to the entrance, hand-in-hand with Sophie Foster.

So Tam was right, I thought, and jokingly added, Maybe I should get advice from him more often.

"Where have you been?" I demanded. He had the nerve to grin at me as Sophie turned a deep shade of red, curtaining her face with the golden waves hanging on either side of it. She was beautiful, no doubt, but now was not the time to be doing stuff like this!

"Come on," I said, grabbing my brother's free hand and dragging him behind me. "We're going home."

I saw Erin shoot me a sympathetic look as we passed.

Whatever. It was fine. If Fitz wanted to run off with my best friend, that was fine with me. I was used to it by now.