“Camila had an opening to bully me in class and didn’t do it. It was weird. Then there was more weirdness with her and Tabitha in the hall. I think I somehow became invisible to them.”
Milo squeezes my hand as his smile grows. “That’s awesome. I’m so happy they didn’t give you a hard time. You needed them to lay off after how your teammates treated you.”
I lift his hand and give it a kiss. “I wish I didn’t have to go back to class.”
Milo leads me out of the alcove by the hand. “But you have to. Your grades haven’t changed yet. You can’t give your teachers a reason to give you detention.”
“Yeah, I already dodged that today.”
“When?”
I blow out a breath. “Mr. Pritchard caught me texting you.”
He sucks in a breath. “Did he read it to the class?”
“No, I locked my phone right away. He just took it for the rest of the class. I have it back now.”
His lip quirks. “So, you liked the note?”
“Oh my gosh, it was so cute.”
He nudges me into the hall. “We’d better get going.”
“It’d be worth missing class if we spend the entire time making out in the alcove.”
Milo stifles a laugh, releasing my hand. “Don’t give me any ideas, or I will make you miss class.”
“My, my. Goody Two-shoes Milo is thinking about skipping class?”
He walks backwards, saying, “I told you, you’re a bad influence on me.”
I sigh, leaning on a locker as he backs away.
He points at me. “Get to class. You’re a B-grade student now. Remember?”
I huff, peeling myself off the locker. “Okay. I’m only doing this for you.”
He laughs, giving me a wave. “Thank you, because my willpower is fading.”
Twenty-Four
Thethreatofdetentionmade me walk away from Milo. But it didn’t stop me thinking about him. As soon as my teacher’s back was turned, I was texting. This time I was sure to be sneaky about it. I was also careful of other students around me. I didn’t need a nark ruining my plans.
Milo replied to my texts during class. It was so out of character. I really am a bad influence on the guy.
He told me to meet him in Mr. Birch’s classroom during our lunch break. He guaranteed we’d have it all to ourselves.
On my way toward the classroom, a chipper voice calls from behind, “Hey, wait up!”
I turn around and almost fall over when I see Tabitha Jones racing to meet up with me. “Huh?”
“I’ll walk with you to our table,” Tabitha says with a happy smile.
I rear back. “Excuse me?”
Tabitha gestures ahead. “You know, the lunch table. You are going to the cafeteria, aren’t you?”
My eyes narrow at her. “Which table are you callingours?”
