FRIDAY MORNING – LIA
I walked into school on Friday feeling like a burrito of nervous energy and unsaid feelings.
My brain had been on a loop all night:
We almost kissed.
Like, our faces were there.
And then—BAM. Cookies.
Thanks, Mrs. Park.
Ane then the forehead touch in front of my porch..
But still. It was progress, right?
I saw Ethan by his locker, laughing with Lucas, hoodie sleeves rolled just enough to be lethal. I grinned.
And then I saw her.
Serena Lee.
Queen of Sparkly Menace.
And she was already mid-step toward Ethan like a shark sensing blood in a Homecoming poster boy.
I ducked back behind a row of lockers so fast I slammed my elbow.
Ow.
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“Ethan!” Serena’s voice chirped, too bright for 8:03 a.m.
“Morning,” he said—too polite for his own good.
“You look tir
