Stacia ended up having four of her five classes with Whitney. It seemed a lot of the same people were in every class, and though she hadn’t put herself out there to meet everyone, Whitney knew a bunch already and had introduced her. In a way, it was so strange for Stacia to have this. All she’d ever had were cheer friends. And, sure, she didn’t really know any of these people yet, but she had two more years to get to know people.
“So, you’re still coming tonight, right?” Stacia asked Whitney on their way out of their last class Friday afternoon.
“Yes, I’m all set.”
“Great. Do you need a ride home or anything?” Stacia asked.
She knew that Whitney took the bus off-campus every afternoon. So far, Whitney had declined Stacia’s offer every time.
“No, I’m fine. I’ll just hop on the bus.”
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