Jace flinched at Maia’s screeching tone. “That’s my cue to leave.”
A warm body slammed into hers, nearly winding her as a flash of near-black hair whipped into her face.
“You look amazing! Are you excited? It’s going to be so much fun!”
Isabelle beamed at Maia, it was impossible not to be affected by her enthusiasm.
She just nodded at her, which was apparently enough because then Maia whipped around and grabbed the back of Jace’s retreating shirt and yanked him.
“Where the hell are you going?” she demanded.
“I have Woodwork with Mr. C,” he told her, slipping out of her grasp and righting himself. “And if you don’t let me go, I’m going to be late.”
Maia narrowed her eyes at him and then slowly her face relaxed.
“You’re not lying?”
“No, I’m not lying. The point of school is to go to
