Sydney
Staring at him in that aisle, with the sound of Maeve rustling through clothes—gasping and groaning like this was life or death, I realized I hadn’t really noticed Tyler at school today.
And I was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the speech I’d made about ignoring the basketball team.
It was almost like they’d been absent throughout school hours. Yet here they were, looking through outfits.
Female outfits.
Maeve suddenly gasped, pulling something off the rack. “Oh my God, Sydney! Check this one out.”
No
No, Maeve did not just squeal my name.
Tyler turned before I could look away.
My breath caught in my throat.
Micheal lowered the dress in his hand, slipping his phone into his pocket as he followed Tyler’s gaze.
For a moment, I held my breath, my eyes unable to move
