Amy's POV
Getting on with things lasted about a week and a half before Leo opened his mouth in the corridor on a Thursday afternoon and dismantled it.
It was between fourth and fifth period, the corridor at its most congested, people moving in both directions with the particular Thursday energy of a week that had almost ended but hadn't yet. I was walking with Lia and Mia, mid-conversation about something I can no longer remember, when Leo appeared from the opposite direction with Marcus and two boys from the football team whose names I'd never bothered to learn.
He clocked me the way he always did now with that particular sharpened awareness of someone who had unfinished business and hadn't forgotten it. I had been hoping we'd simply pass each other. We'd been doing a reasonable impres
