Ariel Beckham.
I hand in the last paper of our finals, finally free from the mountain of exams. Lord, I hope I pass. Fingers crossed. As soon as I step out, I spot Hannah and Noah waiting for me by the door.
“How’d it go?” Hannah grins.
“Crossed fingers.”
I reply. No way I’m jinxing it.
I glance at Noah. He’s been quieter than usual, especially since Michael's death. They were a bit close and it’s obvious he’s still feeling it.
“Hey, are you okay?” I ask gently.
He sighs, looking down. “I think I need to talk to Ramirez.”
“About…?” I prompt.
“He must know what really happened to Michael.” Noah murmurs.
“Noah, maybe just let things be for a while. Everyone’s been dealing with so much, you know? You don’t need to carry all of it.”
“Yeah! We still have to survive graduation, col
