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She looks down at her clipboard for a second and shakes her head. "I have Mercedez on my sheet."
Ugh. "Well then your sheet is wrong. I go by my middle name."
"Take that up with your parents," she says with a wave of her hand. "Brandon would like a turn on the swing."
"Good for Brandon."
The woman’s eye twitches and she tries to keep her cool, but I can tell she's nearly at her breaking point.
This should be fun.
"Mercedez, can you please give Brandon the swing? You're not even using it properly."
My feet hit the ground to stop swinging entirely, but I don't make a move to get up. "Listen, Pricilla—"
"It's Miss Fenway."
"I don't care. Take it up with your parents," I snap back. "So Pricilla, if you want to remove me from this swing, so you can give it to the boy who thinks he can bully his way through the playground, you're going to have to pick me up and rip me off it."
The girl next to me muffles a laugh behind her hand, and before now, I hadn't even realized she was there. Her long, dark brown hair is a stark contrast to my blonde locks, but she looks around the same size as me. Why didn't Brandon ask her to move? Why me?
The teacher pinches the bridge of her nose. "Miss Morgan."
I purse my lips, not backing down but at least appreciating the use of my last name instead of my first. "Miss Fenway."
The two of us stay locked in a stare down, until the bell rings and kids start to line up. Miss Fenway sighs in relief and leads a still angry Brandon toward the building. As she sends a deep scowl in my direction, I smile sweetly and finger wave at her.
Tyeler - 1
Bully kid and his teacher sidekick - 0
"You're probably going to get written up for that, you know," the girl next to me says. "Miss Fenway is pretty much known for giving out write-up slips."
"Oh, I'm shaking," I answer sarcastically.
Now that I get a better look at her, I recognize her as a girl from my class. She's quiet, but I've noticed that almost every kid in there tries to be her friend. Why she's talking to the new kid, I have no idea, but if she thinks I'm going to suck up to her like everyone else, she's wrong.
She chuckles. "Yeah, I didn't think you'd care." She hops off the swing and starts heading for the school when she stops and turns back around. "Are you coming?"
I reluctantly get down and walk toward her, letting her loop her arm with mine.
"I'm Davianna," she introduces herself. "But you can call me Davi."
"I'm—"
"Tyeler," she says with a nod, being one of the first people to actually call me by the name I want. "I know. And you're my new best friend."
"Ma'am," the flight attendant says, her hand on my shoulder. I snap out of my thoughts and turn to face her. "Please buckle your seatbelt. We're about to land."
"Oh, sure. Thank you."
I do as she asks and tip my head back against the seat, wiping the stray tear that comes from the memory. I had always known Davi would be someone important in my life. From the day we met, she had this magic that drew people to her. I just never knew we would end up here, with her gone and a gaping hole in my life where she used to be. But I'm not going to let her memory die with her.
No.
My best friend is dead—ripped from this world way too soon—and someone needs to pay.
I CLIMB OUT OF the Uber and wait as the driver pulls my suitcases from the trunk. My eyes rake over the entrance to the North Haven University campus. My new humble abode. It's not exactly what I thought it would be like. Knowing two of the guys who grew up here, I imagined something a little fancier. After all, they practically oozed money, power, and class. With the way they carried themselves, I half expected gates made of gold and people who wipe their ass with fifty-dollar bills.
