"Your birthday is coming up, so what do you want?" Skylar said as she joined me at my locker.
"You know I don't want anything," I replied as I threw my books in. "But knowing you, you're going to get me something. So I want a keychain."
She blinked. "A keychain?"
"That's what I want."
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, what kind of keychain?" When I shot her a confused look, she added, "There are so many kinds. There are ones shaped like the Eiffel Tower, hearts, laminated quotes-"
"Just a regular keychain," I interrupted. "And please don't tell the others. I don't want them thinking that they have to buy me something, too. It's not that big of a deal."
"To you, but it is to me."
"Hey, babe." André came over and wrapped his arm around Skylar's neck, pulling her close to him to p
