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“Good thing I studied.”
As I’m spinning my locker combination, some of our friends join us.
Natalie runs her fingers through her perfect natural blonde hair. “You two joining us at Raven’s pool party this weekend?”
“Can’t,” I say too quickly. “Family drama. Sorry.”
“You afraid of wearing a swimsuit, Marra?”
I slam my locker shut. “I said I have family stuff to deal with.”
She steps closer. “You never go to pool parties. Like, ever.”
“Maybe next time.” I shrug. “Gotta get to Spanish.”
Emma grins at me. “Roman’s going to be there.”
I swallow. How many people know about his supposed interest in me? “I’m sure he’ll have fun.”
“You’re impossible.” She spins around and walks away.
“Really, you are.” Natalie flicks her hair. “Nice skirt. For Roman?”
My cheeks burn. I whip around before she sees me blushing.
“Don’t listen to them,” Ivy whispers.
“Thanks.” I march toward Spanish class.
“But maybe you should go to the party. It’ll be the perfect distraction. Especially if Roman is there.”
I don’t want to admit how much I’d love to go. Maybe I can go without actually getting in the water. People go to pool parties and just hang out, right? Possibly? Probably not.
“You can borrow one of my suits.”
“I appreciate it, but I can’t go.”
Ivy frowns. “When are you moving? I mean, when are your parents moving? When are you moving into my closet?”
I shrug. “I left before they told me.”
“We’ll talk at lunch. Don’t worry about it. My parents will go for it, and like I said, if they don’t, I can hide you.”
“As long as you don’t expect me to stay in Fluffy’s cage.”
She bursts out laughing.
We part ways and I step into my Spanish class just as the final bell rings.
Señora Lopez shoots me a glare. Several kids giggle. I pretend not to notice as I take my seat in the front row.
She starts speaking in rapid-fire Spanish about the exam. I take a deep breath and try to get my mind in the right place. All I can think about is the pool party and how I can’t go without growing a tail. I’d be the laughing stock of the school.
Not gonna happen.
The teacher tells us to take out our pencils while she hands out the tests.
The intercom buzzes. Then the secretary’s voice sounds over the speaker. “Please send Marra Ayers to the office.”
