Lena heard the side door of the auditorium creak open and she looked at the boy with wide eyes. Her eyes screamed at him to find a place to hide.

"Lena?" Mr. Hutch's voice cut through the silent auditorium.

"I'm here." She called back to him.

The boy jumped up from the seat and scurried to the back and crouched down behind the last row of seats. He wasn't supposed to be in here and he knew that. Lena's teacher could take away her privileges and the boy didn't want to risk that.

"It's nearing four o'clock, Lena." Mr. Hutch walked up to the front of the stage, resting both hands on the black floor.

Lena skipped over and sat on the edge of the front by him. "I know..." He looked down.

"Maybe you should head home now. I don't want you to stay here any longer. I can tell you've put in a lot of hard work. You should go home and rest." Mr. Hutch said.

Lena nodded. "I'll start packing up my things and be out of here in a few minutes. I promise."

Mr. Hutch patted her knee gently a couple times before he headed out of the auditorium and back up to his classroom. Lena let out a huge breath as soon as he was gone. The boy from before was still hiding behind the last row of seats.

"Hey, it's okay. He's gone." Lena hopped off the front of the stage and started putting her things in her bag.

"You have Mr. Hutch, too?" The boy asked, making his way down the center aisle and hopping up to sit on the front of the stage.

"Oh, yeah. He's the one who let me use the auditorium for practice." Lena threw her ballet shoes in her bag along with her iPod dock.

The boy swung his dangling legs, softly banging his heels against the stage. "Cool. Is this for your Jam project?"

Lena stopped and looked over at him. "Yeah, actually. It is." She couldn't help but half smile at the sight of him sitting there, swinging his legs and looking at the ground. "Well," Lena tried to snap herself out of the little trance. "I should get going." She pulled her car keys out of her bag and swung the bag over her shoulder. She picked up her jacket and draped it over her arm.

"Hey, wait." The boy jumped off the front of the stage. Lena turned around and looked at him. "Do you..." He trailed off. She could tell he was wary about asking her something. The boy put his gray beanie on his head, his black fringe covering his eyes slightly. "Would you mind giving me a ride home?"

Lena still didn't know who this boy was or what his name was. All she knew was that she had been secretly in love with his outer appearance for a solid year. She wanted to get to know who he was inside and see if he was just as attractive inside as he was outside. She knew this was her chance. He was actually talking to her for the very first time and this had been all she wanted. He had a girlfriend, but at this point, Lena didn't care. She was just overjoyed he was talking to her.

"Yeah, sure. I can do that." She gave him a sympathetic smile.

His face lit up instantly. "Thanks. I just need to grab my backpack from my locker real quick. I'll be right back." The boy ran up the center aisle and pushed through the metal double doors. When she was sure he was gone, she let out a tiny squeal.

"Oh my god. He is just..." She said aloud to herself. "I can't believe I'm giving him a ride home. He's so attractive. It's not fair."

She waited for him to come back but he never did. She waited for at least twenty minutes for him, debating with herself every five minutes if she should just leave or not.

"It's already been ten minutes... Should I just go? I mean, it doesn't seem like he's going to come back..." Lena debated with herself. "No, I'll wait another five minutes and then I'll go. Maybe he'll come back tomorrow." Five minutes later, Lena was still trying to decide if she should leave or not. Lena always had a hard time making decisions or making up her mind.

It was nearing five o'clock and Lena had dance at five. She knew she had to leave whether the boy came back or not. She couldn't keep waiting around for him even though she would wait for him all night if she could. She finally decided she had to go. It took her about ten minutes to get to the dance studio from her school and it was already ten minutes until five.

About ten minutes later, the boy came back and found an empty auditorium. Lena had left without him.