The whole ride to school feels like dead air. I try to fade into the background while Miles and Sophie sit stiffly, neither saying a word. Sophie’s silence makes sense, she’s awkward. But why isn't Miles trying at all. He just drives, jaw set, eyes fixed on the road like the steering wheel owes him something.
When we pull into the parking lot, he doesn’t even look at us. “Get out,” he orders flatly.
“That’s such a s**t attitude,” I tell him calmly as I climb out of the car. “You should fix it.”
“Oh, I should?” he shoots back, leaning out his window with a fake grin. “Why don’t you tell me, Miss Great Personality, how exactly should I fix my f*****g attitude?”
I can’t help laughing, even as he scowls. His disagreeable expression only makes it worse. “Stop,” I laugh harder, pushing his f
