corner.”
“Then stand in the middle of the room for once,” she said softly. “Just once.”
I didn’t answer her. I just stared at my plate.
The next morning, my bestie, Megan, was waiting for me at the bus stop, her backpack hanging off one shoulder. She was the only person in that whole school who cared about me.
“You look like you didn’t sleep,” she said.
“My mom’s pushing the prom thing.”
“Of course she is. Moms always do.”
I almost laughed.
When we got to school, I went straight to my locker. I spun the lock, opened the door, and grabbed my history textbook. I shut it.
And there he was.
Caleb stood beside my locker, hands in his pockets, that easy smile of his softened into something almost shy. The football jacket, the dark eyes, the whole impossible picture of him standing next to me.
I froze. It’s not every day the most popular boy in school stops by your locker.
“Hey, Hannah,” he said. “I wanted to ask you something.”
