Vanessa came up to me first thing in the morning, slamming my locker shut for me. I glared at her.
“Thanks,” I told her.
She gave me a small, sadistic smile. “Don’t thank me. You didn’t tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“You’re moving.”
My eyes widened. How did she find out? “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Don’t be stupid. Your mother called my mother.”
“What?”
She shrugged. “Your mom was pretty upset and didn’t know how to handle it.” Vanessa leaned back against the lockers. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I leaned against the locker next to her. “I’m not even sure if I’m going.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
I sighed. “I don’t know what to do, Ness.”
She glanced at me from the corner of her eye. “Do what’s best for you.”
I shook my head. “I do
