The next day at school, I stood behind my locker, searching for the things I needed for my classes. As I stuffed my books into my backpack, I heard footsteps approaching, and I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. The familiar scent of vanilla and jasmine filled the air around me—Rachel’s favorite perfume.
"Hi Brianna" Rachel said.
I clenched my jaw, trying to calm myself. I had purposely ignored all her texts and calls. I wasn’t ready to talk to her. Not after what happened that night.
I slammed my locker with so much force that Rachel flinched, pulled at my backpack tighter and walked away.
"Brianna wait!" Rachel said, rushing towards me.
She came in front of me and blocked my path.
"What do you want, Rachel?" I asked in an annoyed tone. .
Rachel stood there, looking h
