Her brother started to walk toward me, and I felt my body lock tight, while the warm feeling grew hotter and hotter. When he reached my seat, he slid his headphones down to rest on his neck before offering me a hopeful smile. “Lizzie?” Whoa. Claire was a big, fat liar. Nodding eagerly, I grabbed my schoolbag off the seat and smiled up at him, hoping and praying he would sit down. He did. “Thanks,” he said, placing his bag on the floor with mine. “I’m Hugh.”
