The next morning, just before I got to school, Marco called me and asked to work after school. I agreed and entered my Social Studies class. I hadn't talked to Layla or Jade in a while, but they didn't seem to be seeking me out either. As a matter of fact, I didn't see Jade at her locker this morning - not that I ever do - so I took her seat in Social Studies and sat in front of Jamie.
"What's up?" I asked him, acting as if last night hadn't set me alight.
"Nothing," he said, disguising his voice. He coughed, repeating, "nothing. Sorry, habit." His hood was on and I could only see the lower half of his face now, as per usual.
"It's fine. I'm sorry if I pried last night, I was just curious," I said sheepishly.
"It's fine, no big deal," he replied, his face held a flat expression. Maybe
