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“Rajid,” she replies on an exhale. “He…likes you.”
My mouth falls open in surprise. “What?”
“Yeah.” She slowly nods. “You haven’t noticed. But it’s in the way Rajid stares at you. How annoyed he is because you’re with Brandon.”
“Shit.” I rub my left temple. “I’m sorry, Sam. I swear I never gave him any ideas.”
“I know.” She places her hair behind her ears. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I guess Rajid’s never seen me as more than a friend.”
“Sam...” I give her hand a gentle jerk. “You should tell him how you feel.”
Her shoulders slump at my words. “I’m sure he knows and is pretending not to. It’s been years, Kayla. He should have an idea by now.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
Shrugging it off, she motions for us to start walking. “Anyway. Everyone’s talking about Heath and how Brandon…you know. But there are cameras, and cops saw nothing of the sort. Only a black car racing into Heath as he crossed the street.”
I turn my head in amazement. “That’s so awful. Do they have any clues?”
“None,” she sputters. “It was a blacked-out license plate. Plus, the driver was in all black. It’s hard to make out the person.” She blows a long whistle. “That’s crazy, right?”
“Yeah.” I pause a moment. “It sucks how kids spread rumors about Brandon. I know he’s been quite the terror in the past, but I think he’s just deeply hurt from something.”
A grin steadily forms as Sam squints at me with a knowing look.
“What?” I press.
She spews giggles at my expense and lightly slaps my arm. “Kayla, you like Brandon. Despite how you say he’s the one making decisions on his own. You might even be falling for him.”
“No…I...” Maybe she’s right.
Sam wiggles her brows, adding, “You can admit it. I won’t judge.”
I drift into thought for a second, then tell her, “To be honest, I don’t know what I’m feeling.”
My phone vibrates in my bag. I retrieve it, heart sprinting at the name on the screen. I quickly swipe across. “Yes?”
Brandon’s gruff tone comes in. “I didn’t see you in the art room, and you’re not in the parking lot. Where are you? Your ass better had not walked to the bus stop.”
“Sheesh.” I draw air through my teeth and cock my hip. “I went through the side exit with Sam. I’ll be there in a bit.”
The line goes dead.
I roll my eyes and stick the phone in my backpack.
Sam chuckles. “So, Brandon’s waiting, I take it?”
“Yeah.” I fold my arms. “With his usual arrogant self.”
Walking to the parking lot, Sam takes off from school, and I head over to Brandon’s Mercedes.
It’s hard to deny the flutter in my chest when our eyes lock.
Acting indifferent, I hop in and glare at him while I buckle my seatbelt.
“Did you bring a change of clothes?” he asks as if all is well.
“Uh, no. You didn’t bother showing up at my house this morning, so I decided to hell with it.”
