“Don’t do it. That girl is going to break your heart.” Hayley clucked her tongue and shook her head. “She’s trouble. Plus, she has the attention of every single dude at our school.”

“So?” I was offended that Hayley wasn’t open to the idea that maybe there was a chance that Parker was into me.

“Invite her to the first Gay-Straight Alliance meeting. If she shows up, she’s at least open to the idea of gayness. If she doesn’t, then she’s straight.”

Great idea. “Hey, Parker.” I turned around and jogged after her.

“Hi, Sutton.” She brought her books up to her chest and held them close.

“Hayley and I are starting a new club at school and we’re looking for people to join or help make posters to spread the word. I wanted to know if you were interested in either?” I loved the way she nervously bit her bottom lip. If she only knew how nervous I was asking her, she would know she had the upper hand here.

“What’s the club?”

Oh, boy. If I was wrong about this, Hayley would never let me live it down. Before I had a chance to launch into the description, Hayley jumped in.

“It’s called the Gay-Straight Alliance. I’m the vice president because I’m an ally. So even if you aren’t on the rainbow somewhere, you can still join in support.” Hayley either sensed my nervousness or wanted to give Parker options.

“I’d be more than happy to help make posters. We had so much fun making them for the football games. When’s the first meeting?”

“It’ll be every other Tuesday in the choir room at lunch. We haven’t been approved as a club yet, but when we are I’ll be sure to let you know. Does Sutton have your phone number?” Hayley asked.

I couldn’t tell whose face was more angelic: Parker, because she was perfect, or Hayley who knew exactly what she was doing and was playing innocent. I leaned up against the locker for support when Parker looked at me with her piercing blue eyes.

“No, but I can give it to her.” We watched as Parker tore off a corner of a history study guide and wrote down her number. She handed it to me and I held it as though it was the most precious thing I’d ever held.

“Thank you,” I said.

“We’ll let you know final details.” Hayley shoved me away. “Could you please embarrass yourself more?” she hissed when we were out of earshot.

I shoved the number in my jeans pocket and couldn’t stop grinning. “Thanks for doing that.”

Hayley shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “Now you have her number, and you can text her. Maybe strike up a conversation.”