Saint Anything

by Sarah Dessen

I’d done the right thing. I always did. It just would have been nice if someone had noticed.

No one said anything as I walked away. Nobody tried to follow me. I went to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. Finally, I was alone, just like I’d wanted. It felt so awful. Like it was just what I deserved.

I heard him say, “Hey. Sydney.” “Yeah?” “You had on a shirt with mushrooms on it, and your hair was pulled back. Silver earrings. Pepperoni slice. No lollipop.” I just looked at him, confused. Layla was walking toward us now. “The first time you came into Seaside,” he said. “You weren’t invisible, not to me. Just so you know.”