“This is your moment, Mehanda. Say something. Anything. Even if it’s about the weather or how much you hate the cafeteria pizza. Just open your mouth and let words come out.”
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” I moaned, feeling like my legs were turning into literal jelly. “I look like a mess. I’m sweaty from sitting in the sun, and I probably smell like the gym floor.”
“You look like a girl who is about to get a ride from the hottest guy in school,” Selima countered, smoothing my hair with a quick, rough motion. “Now, chest out, and chin up. Act as if you belong in that passenger seat. Be the queen of your own destiny for once!”
“I’m more like the court jester of my own destiny,” I muttered.
My heart thudded painfully as Uriel approached, his stride easy and confident. The so
