Poppy
“Poppy!”
I turned to the sound of my name and smiled as Finley Adams rushed toward me. “Ohmigod, you look amazing,” she exclaimed.
“So do you.” I smiled, hugging her.
“Hi, Devon.”
“Hey, Finley.”
She focused back on me. “Did you hear what happened to Michael?”
“No, what?” I asked.
“He got jumped. I think it’s why he bailed on you.”
“Shut up, seriously? Is he okay?”
“I think so. But his nose got broken and his ribs are bruised. Derek said he was pretty messed up.”
Derek was Finley’s brother and a few years older than us.
“Oh my god, that’s awful. Who did it?”
Finley shrugged. “No idea. He said he didn’t see the guys.”
“We should probably get inside, huh?” Devon said, and laid his hand on my back.
I didn’t want to do anything that would make him remove his hand, so I no
