We had music class last period, and Banjo was already in his seat, the one next to my desk, when I got there. His eyes flared. My heart skipped a beat. I had to admit, when I’d gotten dressed for school that morning, I’d done so with impressing him on my mind. A soft pink tee clung to my curves, and my skirt was shorter than normal. It was stupid and shallow, I knew that. But I’d wanted to show him I could fit in here with him, and his friends.
