Jacobs
Saturday at noon.
I honestly hadn’t expected her to come. The moment she’d said it yesterday, I thought it was just a lie to cover herself in front of her friend. Something she’d forget by the next morning, just like the kiss…
But then, my office door creaked open, and there she was.
Stacy.
Her hair was pulled back, a loose cropped hoodie hanging from her frame, but her eyes were bright, fixed on me with something swirling in them that made my stomach twist. I froze halfway through organizing the stack of essays on my desk.
“You came,” I said before I could stop myself.
She smirked. “What, you didn’t think I would?”
I cleared my throat, fumbling with the papers. “Well, I—uh—I assumed yesterday was just… for show.”
“Guess you assumed wrong.” She slid into the chair across fr
