Chapter 51
That night, before bed, I asked Rocco to sign my yearbook I dug out of my luggage. We sat on the sofa until after midnight, staring at faces of our past. Friends. Enemies. Hot men crushes.
“I can’t believe Anna Perkins signed your yearbook,” he said, reading her signature, “You are a f*****g rock star!”
I laughed, spilling some of my fresh apple cider over the front of my T-shirt. “Anna is one of a kind, isn’t she?”
Rocco made a crooning noise in the back of his throat. “That’s a polite way to put it,” he said, pointing to the squiggly scrawl of my algebra teacher Mr. Ode’s autograph. He read out loud what Mr. Ode had written to me: “You were the highlight of my classes. Keep shining.” He looked over at me, angled his head, and smiled.
“What?” I said, sipping my drink.
“Ma
