*** Ariana's POV***
After crying it out in her car, Carol and I made our way back into the school. She started to talk about some fashion show she wanted to go to soon. I appreciated how good she was at distracting me. She told me a bunch of Italian and French names for boots and blouses that I did not understand, but I listened to her intently as we grabbed our books.
"I am sure those boots will perfectly look so good on you," I told her with a smile, and she smiled and acted all coy. But I knew she had got I was right.
"Hey, ya'll," I heard Amber's voice as she came up beside Carol. "Oh my gosh, Ariana! Carol and I have been so worried about you. I gotta run to class now with Carol, but sit with us at lunch, please?" she said with a wink. I smiled back and nodded. I liked her. I was
