"You're coming later, right?" I asked Maddox as we exited our last period class. I was grateful that it was over. Whenever I'd glance at Winona and Cassidy, who were sitting in the front seats, they'd pretend to be kissing someone, wrapping their arms around their bodies. I know Maddox saw them too because he chuckled at one point when Cassidy had her hands on Winona's chest and Winona was blinking at her overdramatically. Mrs. Reanna wasn't exactly happy with the interruptions.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"What about your homework?" I asked him with a smirk.
"It can wait," he retorted, chuckling quietly.
Refraining from asking him about what happened in the stairwell, I decided to ask him something that hadn't left my mind. "How was helping the coach with junior varsity try-outs?"
He shrugged
