SARAH
I stared at the list again, my lips moving quietly as I whispered the names of their drinks one after the other like a prayer.
Cherry Coke for Ann.
Fanta for Mimi.
Iced tea for the girls who never told me their names.
My fingers were a little sweaty from fear, and my chest was doing that annoying thudding thing again as if a tiny drummer lived there.
God knows I’m running this errand because Rian had told her my secret. She was allowed to punish me for that, but not the other girls who hated me more thinking I wanted to steal their crush.
Standing in front of the vending machine, I felt like a soldier preparing for battle. I pulled out my wallet, which was if you could even call the thin, worn leather thing a wallet, and counted my money for the third time.
It whirred as
