Chapter 11
I pulled my US history book from my locker and shoved it into my messenger bag. When I closed the door, Rachel’s smiling face made me jump. “Geez!” My hand flew to my chest where my heart hammered. “Dang, you scared the crap out of me!”
Rachel’s smile only widened. “Sorry, I thought you saw me come up.” Her black hair, charcoal sweater, and pink scarf were perfect as usual. She was carrying her history book as well. “Did you get your history terms finished?”
I could tell by the way she raised her brows that she didn’t finish hers. “Not yet, but we have till Friday.”
“I haven’t seen you much this week. Wanna get together after school and work on them?” Her diamond hoops jiggled as she tilted her head to look at me, and we started walking toward Coach Joseph’s room.
“Can’t. I
