Chapter 16
“So far, so good,” I tell Nat as we head toward my locker. Half the day is over, and I haven’t heard anything about a hot, tall, yummy, new guy. Yes, that would be my description if I saw him, but I’m pretty sure anyone with a uterus would feel that way, and probably several people without a uterus. And yes, I did just think that.
“It’s not good,” she grumbles.
“Don’t be cranky just because your dream to save me by pushing me into the arms of…,” my words trail off as we round the corner and my locker comes into view.
I reach out and grab her arm as I feel my legs start to give. I’m sucking in air, but nothing seems to be getting into my lungs. I don’t have to get any closer to know what insults and accusations are being whispered. I remember them all too well from last year.
