Monday at school, Lizzie didn’t know how to act around Deon, so she avoided him as much as she could.
In homeroom, she hurried into the classroom, taking a seat in the back corner behind two guys who were only vaguely familiar to her. She made Elle sit next to her.
“What is going on?” her friend hissed to her.
Lizzie shook her head, watching the door.
When she saw Deon come in, she hurried to write in her notebook, pretending to catch up on an assignment before the school day started. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him look in her direction, then move to the seat closest to the door.
Elle looked between her and Deon, then leaned over to her, whispering, “Are you two fighting?”
Lizzie shook her head and looked up at Deon. She saw he had turned around in his seat and w
