"Listen to me as one listens to the rain, not attentive, not distracted, light footsteps, thin drizzle, water that is air, air that is time, the day is still leaving, the night has yet to arrive......" These written words by Octavio Paz enter my mind as I sit here and watch you behind my own shadow in class. Your subtle gestures as you caress your hair, the blush in your cheeks as you speak to others. This entices me and I want ............. The unexpected happened one day. A white rose envelope was placed in Kelsey's locker with no signature. Who would go to so much trouble to get her...