Seeing that I was about to say something, he changed the topic, "Stella, why don't you take a look at the gift?"
I opened the velvet box he handed me, unsure of what to expect.
Inside rested a silver necklace with a matching charm, perfectly complementing the bracelet on my wrist.
Zack c****d his brows, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Didn't you say you didn't have a necklace to go with this?"
I stared at him in shock.
Years ago, when I was dragged into the principal's office and falsely accused of stealing test papers by a jealous classmate, Zack had the same expression. To him, it seemed like the sky could fall and it wouldn't matter. He took the blame for me, took the detention, and then comforted me with that exact smile.
Even though we were just acquaintances then,
