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The front doors of the high school blew open and students poured out, ready to be free for the day. I looked for Waverly but didn’t see her flaming locks in the sea of kids. I was just about to text her when she appeared.
Jessica and Dylan were with her. She hugged Jessica and then jumped into Dylan’s arms. He swirled her around. The two of them were the epitome of high school puppy love.
Dylan set her down and she immediately ran to the car, calling something out over her shoulder to him.
She wrenched the passenger door open and threw her bag in the back before climbing in.
“Hi!” she chirped.
“You’re in a good mood,” I noted.
“Thebestmood. I had a great day today.”
“Yeah? I’m so glad to hear that. I had a great day today, too.”
“Yeah? Look at us. All happy and stuff.” Waverly grinned. “You go first, why’s your day so good?”
“Mia hired me to redesign her bar’s website.” I smirked.
“Yes!” She gave me a high five.
“Okay, what’s your good news?” I asked.
“There’s a lot. Jessica’s parents are going to let her take the CPR course I’m taking with Dylan. The instructor already said she can make up the class she missed. This is the start of the friendship embargo being over.”
“Hurray. What other good news?”
“No one gave me hell at all today. Not the admin, not the students. Oh, and Cal wasn’t at school.”
“He wasn’t?” I frowned. “That’s weird.”
“Apparently he broke his fingers over the weekend and his dad said he could stay home for a few days.”
“He broke his fingers?” I repeated. “How?”
“He was at a gas station and some guys mugged him and slammed his hand in the car door.”
My pulse drummed hard in my neck. “Which hand?”
“His throwing hand,” she said distractedly. “He might lose his scholarship if it doesn’t heal right. I mean, I know the guy sucks and he’s a raging asshole, but still…”
“Yeah,” I murmured. “That sucks for him.”
“So, what are we doing to celebrate this good news of ours?” Waverly asked.
“Burgers and fries?” I asked. “And strawberry malts?”
“You know who has the best strawberry malts, don’t you?”
“Boots.”
“Yup.”
I grinned. “Text Dylan to meet us there.”
“You’re the coolest sister ever.”
“I’ve got to run out,” I said to Waverly.
