SABRINA MORALES
“It’s really you!” Asher exclaimed, his face lighting up with a wide grin.
He turned to his friend, Blaze, and slapped his chest. “Sabrina is Brie!”
Sabrina is Brie?
That caught my attention. In high school, my friends called me Brie, but most people outside that circle used my full name, Sabrina.
Someone saying “Sabrina is Brie” meant they knew me as Brie first, then as Sabrina, and somehow didn’t realize I was the same person.
I glanced at Blaze, my eyes narrowing instinctively. He’d been talking about me to Asher.
I wanted to ask what he’d said, but I knew that could spark another argument. Two more people had passed us while we stood here, and I was starting to feel like I’d come out today just to run into Blaze.
“I was going to ask what you’ve said about me,
