I was determined to seem casual when Blake arrived, but the way Brooke was shaking her head and smiling every time she caught my eye made it clear I was failing.
I couldn’t help myself. I thought he hated me but now he was on the way here to spend time with me.
I kept on picking things up and adjusting them pointlessly to keep myself busy, and I must have looked ridiculous to Brooke.
I wanted to make a good impression. I wasn’t really Victoria yet, and I was still perfecting my act. The way Blake saw me outside of school was important for more than the fact I thought he was hot. It would also show me who Victoria was in other people’s eyes.
And so I picked up one of the eerily photoshopped pictures of me with Brooke and moved it from a bookshelf to the windowsill because I felt that it
