LIA
Tuesdays are supposed to be boring.
A neutral zone.
The mayonnaise sandwich of weekdays.
Instead, Tuesday decided to betray me.
First, I woke up late (again). Then my hair decided gravity was optional. Then I spilled orange juice on my hoodie - my good hoodie, the one that made me feel vaguely powerful, like Beyoncé if she had math homework.
By the time I got to Jefferson High, I was already two steps into a nervous breakdown.
And then I saw him.
Ethan.
Leaning casually against the lockers, chatting with Lucas.
He smiled when he spotted me.
I immediately tripped over absolutely nothing and almost ate the floor.
Classic.
Recovering with minimum dignity, I power-walked toward Maya, who was sipping iced coffee like she was the narrator of my downfall.
"You're a walking Disne
