MARY-ANN HAD KEPT A SEAT FOR ME on the bus. She waved at me the moment I entered, gesturing to an empty spot next to her. No one had ever kept me a seat before, and a blush crept up my cheeks as I made my way toward her. She’d braided her hair into two ponytails this time around, complete with two bright pink ribbons. Her combat boots and checkered stockings, along with her short, plaid skirt made for a strange combination. I felt colorless and bland in my jeans and black tank top and matching jacket.
“Hey, girlfriend,” Mary-Ann greeted me as I sat down. “You all right? You left the Crow’s Nest faster than the speed of light the other night.”
I shrugged. “Didn’t feel like partying. Did you have a good night?”
“The best. Zach asked me out. Not sure if I’ll say yes, though,” she whispered
