Chapter Eighteen
I hurry into my first period lecture on Monday to find Allegra sitting alone on the other side of the lecture theatre, far away from Charlotte, Amber and Courtney. Jackson isn’t here yet, so I walk around to where Allegra is sitting and drop into the chair beside her. She gives me a half-hearted smile, then slouches down in her chair and draws doodles on the inside cover of her notebook.
Oookay. I’ve never seen Allegra so quiet. She’s definitely more allegretto than allegro today. No, that doesn’t fit either. She isn’t even a little bit lively. I pull my notes and pens out of my bag while searching my brain for the Italian musical term for ‘subdued.’ Sotto. That’s the one. Allegra is definitely sotto today.
“Where’ve you been all weekend?” she asks. “And Friday. You mis
