Kade's POV
I walked into English class the next day, noticing how the three people I usually sit next to are staring at me as I sit on the opposite side of the classroom. After I get out my notebook and start scribbling along the white page, a hand comes down on my shoulder, making me jump back in surprise as I look up to see a beautiful African American girl and I realize that it's Tyler, the girl who's my partner for the dance routine that I had gotten lead for.
“Oh, hey, Tyler, what's up?” I ask, looking back down as my pen makes random lines on the paper and I can still feel the stares from the people across the room. My palms start to sweat as the feeling of being watched catches up to me and I have to run my hands down my joggers to get rid of the sticky feeling.
“I was wondering
