I’m sorry about this morning. There’s
a lot going on. I shouldn’t have
been such a jerk.

He’d apologized to her twice now. She didn’t get the impression Gabriel Merrick apologized for very much.

Layne carefully pulled a piece of paper free.

I’ll help you, she wrote. She folded it up.

And then she stared at it for the whole period, deliberating. If she was reading this wrong, it was just another opportunity for him to reject her. He could roll his eyes and ignore her.

He could hurt her. Again.

Thank god she’d started the questions for the next unit, because she didn’t hear a word the teacher said.

When the bell rang, she shoved her books into her bag quickly.

And before she could change her mind, she dropped the note on his desk.

Then, without waiting to see his reaction, she walked out of class.

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 21

Layne flipped through an old yearbook in the library, trying to tune out Kara’s whining.

“I just don’t understand why you’re wasting so much time on one stupid project. Aren’t you hungry?”

“I brought my lunch.” A lie. But her stomach was in knots from the drama with Gabriel, and food seemed like a bad idea. “If you’re so hungry, go hang out in the cafeteria.”

“And leave you by yourself? God, Layne, do you know how that would look?”

Layne rolled her eyes, hoping yet not hoping that Kara wouldn’t see it. “Thanks for your concern.”

“Layne! We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

The bright voice had Layne jerking her head up.

There stood Taylor Morrissey and Heather Castelline. Glossy hair, glossy lips, formfitting clothes. Paragons of perfection.

Layne wondered if she should be running—but they were on the cheer squad and could probably catch her. Would they beat the crap out of her right here in the library?

Kara’s mouth was hanging open.

“Hi?” Layne offered.

Taylor was smiling at her. “We were wondering if you were coming tonight. See, everyone is bringing something, and we’re trying to plan.”

“Coming where?” said Layne.

Heather giggled. “The party, silly.”

Kara punched her leg under the table.

Layne folded her arms across her chest. “The party. You want me to come to your party.”

“Well, Gabriel said you guys are friends, and it’s so obvious he’s got a thing for you, so—”

Kara punched her leg again. Layne was ready to hit her back.

She narrowed her eyes at Taylor. “Funny. In class you said I was a . . . wait, let me get this straight . . . a butchy dykey—”

“Please,” said Heather, rolling her eyes. “We call each other that all the time. Taylor’s a total whore.”

Taylor flipped her hair. “Totally. So are you coming or what?”

Layne stared at her.

“Yes,” said Kara. “Yes, we’re coming.”

Layne studied them. “I don’t buy it.”