“Yes?”
The girl crosses her arms over her chest, creasing the fabric of her uniform. “We need to talk.”
What about? When I don’t move from my seat, she tilts her chin, clearly expecting me to follow.
“Outside.”
I glance at my phone screen. We’ve got barely ten minutes before class starts. Still, I push myself up. “Fine.”
Lily leads the way, her shoes clicking softly against the floor. We stop once we’re twenty steps from my classroom. The hallway is nearly empty now—perfect conditions for her to start something without an audience.
But I doubt she’ll try anything physical. At least, not yet.
She turns to face me, arms still crossed.
“So what is it you want to talk about?” I ask.
“A little birdie told me Lucas invited you to hang out with him this weekend,” she says.
Of course. Sh
