His Bff, (Paperback)

Usually I loved my classes. They were a break from the social

pressures of college which, frankly, had taken a rise since I

started dating the popular son of the football coach. However, today

when I found my eyes drawn to the clock on the wall just above Miss

Capedem's head, I found myself unable to focus. It was as though

the second hand was moving clockwise around the face deliberately

slowly, like a slug...or a snail.