Becca
The last thing I expected to come out of Blake Fulton’s mouth was an invitation. People at school had been acting like I might spontaneously burst into flames if they looked at me wrong, and everyone had either shifted their gaze to the ground when I walked by or intentionally skirted out of my path when they saw me.
It was fine, actually, because I was tired of their pitying looks and their questions. “Are you okay?” “Should I leave you alone?” “Do you just want some space?”
The truth was, I did want most of the people at school to leave me alone. I wasn’t a science experiment that had grown fungi for everyone to peek at and analyze. But my friends . . . the people I’d always trusted to have my back, they’d been disappointingly AWOL, busy in the evenings, dashing to class early i
