A slow, private smile curved his mouth.
The girls around me forgot I existed.
“Oh my gods,” Celeste breathed, voice hushed. “He’s even hotter up close.”
“Is he looking over here?” Tara whispered, suddenly sitting straighter.
“He’s totally looking over here,” Sage confirmed, cheeks pink.
Again, the only one who seemed uninterested was Jane. I wonder why she hangs out with them if she doesn’t follow the script.
She kept her eyes on her notebook, fingers twisting the end of her pen like she wanted to disappear into the page. Every time Celeste or Sage leaned in closer to whisper about Iodore, Jane’s shoulders hunched a fraction more. It was subtle, but noticeable. Maybe she was just quieter. Maybe she was smarter than the rest of them and didn’t want to be part of whatever social curren
