English class is… tense. The second Noah and I sit down at the empty table, I can feel Lily’s glare burning into the back of my skull. It’s like sitting in front of a space heater set to rage. Every time I shift in my seat, I swear I hear her huff. Noah leans slightly toward me. “Ignore her.”
Easy for him to say. He’s not the one Lily looks like she wants to set on fire. Mrs. S starts class, passing out worksheets and explaining the project. Noah pulls his copy of The Raven Boys from his bag and sets it between us.
“You can read with me until you get your own copy,” he says.
“Are you sure?” I ask quietly.
“Yeah.” He nudges it closer. “We’ll share.”
Our shoulders brush as we lean over the book. Just barely. Just enough to send a warm shiver down my spine. Every few minutes, his arm bru
