POV: Samira James
The Monday morning air felt heavy as I pulled into the school lot. I had spent the entire weekend trying to scrub the memory of Calvin's hand against mine from my brain, but the sensation was stubborn. It was like a physical brand that had compromised my logic. I stepped out of the car and waited for Amanda and Novia while watching the sea of students stream toward the entrance of Saint Trenton High.
"You look like you didn't sleep." Amanda said as she climbed out of the passenger seat. She adjusted her skirt and looked at me with a pointed expression. "Were you thinking about the plan or the boy?"
"I was thinking about my admissions essay." I lied. I locked the doors and started walking toward the building. "The deadline is approaching and I need to polish the final d
