Everyone stared.
Everyone talked.
Everyone knew.
The first day of classes sucked. The second we stepped on campus, all attention was on us. Logan saw Mason and me coming—he’d come earlier with Taylor for some reason—and he came over to throw both his arms around our shoulders.
He hugged us to him with an extra squeeze. “Look, we’re celebrities. Dreams do come true.”
Mason shot him a look. “Thanks for the sarcasm.”
“I charge extra for the attitude. You get the family discount.” His arms dropped, but he bumped me with his hip before falling in line on the other side of me. “You too, Sam. Sista.” He winked.
“Lovely,” I remarked, rubbing at my forehead. A headache had already started. “Let me guess. We’re the Soul Sista Connection?”
“SSC.” He beamed back at me, puffing up his chest. “I
