ZOE
Oh. My. God.
We’re really doing this. If someone had told me I'd be walking into school holding hands with Blake, the hockey captain? I would’ve laughed. Probably freaked out. Maybe both. That’s like...next-level impossible, right? This isn’t me. This isn’t us. Well, it is us, obviously, because his hand is right there, warm and solid in mine, but...what is even happening right now?
My heart’s pounding like crazy, and I feel like every single person we pass is staring. They are staring. My cheeks are burning, but I’m trying to play it cool, like walking in holding hands with him is totally, one hundred percent normal. Like I didn’t spend last night wondering if this was just a dream.
Beside me, Blake just...looks calm. Not a worry on his face, like he’s done this a hundred times.
