I wake up to another series of texts from Taylor, apparently undeterred by my lack of response. Evidently, Alisha loved me, and Taylor wants us all to have a girls night, and isn’t that just great, we should do it sometime in the next two weeks. I roll my eyes and drop my phone back on the bed. This girl’s night seems like an extremely unlikely prospect.
As I’m brushing my teeth, Taylor texts me, “I can’t wait to see you today! We have so much to talk about.”
As I’m making a sandwich for lunch, Taylor texts me, “can you meet me by the bleachers before calc?”
In the car ride over, I hear my phone buzz several times, but I ignore it in favor of talking to mom and Gracie. She’s dropping us off today so she can use the car, and unfor
