The classroom door yawned open when I stumbled in, heart hammering from sprinting across campus, bag slipping off one shoulder, ponytail already coming loose.
Perfect timing.
"Nina Carter."
"Yes, sir."
Breathless, but loud enough.
The teacher glanced up from his attendance sheet, gave a curt nod, and went back to it.
I slid into a middle-row seat, shoving damp hair off my neck, trying to slow my breathing. First morning in the new apartment and I'm already late. Great start.
The teacher finished roll.
"Alright. Let's begin."
The door opened again.
Every head swiveled.
The rugby pack strolled in like they owned the oxygen in the room.
Ryder first-spinning a baseball lazily in one hand, backpack dangling off one shoulder, cocky grin already in place.
Then the rest.
Then Dave.
