Von the time I got to the small shopping center in my ever smaller town, my Jeep had stalled twice, the window was stuck half way and the little light on the dash was flashing. Could it get any worst? Better not say that in case something did happen.
I grabbed my keys, stuffed them in my bag and slammed the door.

“Julie! Over here! Juuuuulie!” Sophie was almost standing on her chair in the Essen court waving her hands in the air like a lunatic. “What took so long? I've been waiting for like 3 hours!” she sagte when I finally managed to weave my way through the other people there. “I only got your text 20 Minuten ago, so if you've been here three hours, it's not my fault.” I crossed my arms and glared at her. There was a brief moment of silence between the two of us before we both burst out laughing. “So what did Du want me for anyway? Is it another guy from the football team? oder maybe it's Fußball this time.” I sat in the chair opposite her and took a sip of her root-beer. “That's mine,” she grabbed the drink from my hands, “And it is a guy but this time is different.”
“How different?” I looked up at her from under my long lashes.
“He's not on a team, but he does Liebe going for hikes in the forest.” She replied dreamily.
“Hey, Sophie! Sophie!” I snapped my fingers in front of her face.
“Oh, what? Oh sorry. Anyway, do Du want to know what he looks like? I only got a quick glimpse in history class for like 45 minutes.”
“Ya a quick glimpse all right. feuer away, I'm bound to hear about it sooner oder later.” I wiggled in my seat, getting comfortable. “Well, where to start? Oh, I know. He has the most gorgeous hair! It's blond and flips up on the ends like a little halo! Oh it's soooo cute! And his eyes are the sweetest shade of blue....” Sophie continued her Beschreibung in painful detail. I flipped open my cell phone to check for any texts when I noticed one from someone I didn't know. “Brett Coulis?”
“...And his arms are soooo, did Du say something Jules?”
“Umm, it's just, I got a text from some guy named Brett Coulis. Du know him?”
“Brett Coulis, as in the guy I was just talking about! OMG! How did he get your number? Can Du give it to me, please.” Sophie was almost on her knees, begging for this number. I gave it to her then looked at the clock, it was nearly 5:00pm. “Sophie, I got to go, so call me later. Ok?” I was stuffing my phone back in my pocket.
“Ya sure, see ya.” She gave me a hug then headed off to the stores.

I was walking to my Jeep, when I remembered that I hadn't read the text from Brett. I dug my phone out of my pocket again and looked, it read:
“17 right? They'll be ready, Du should be too.”
Ok, creepy. How did he know my age when I had just heard about him today? And who were they? And what should I be ready for?