Mason dropped us off at school. My bag stayed in his backseat, but Becky tugged hers out. When he asked what time to pick me up, she started giggling. We glanced over and she saluted us with her hand. “I’ll find my own ride home. Thanks.” Then she pivoted on her feet, clapped her heels together, and marched off.
He gave me an unreadable look and I sighed. “She’s tired and…snarky…”
He shook his head. “I don’t care. What time do you want me here?”
I scratched the back of my head. “Uh…quarter after three?”
“Done. See you.” And he zoomed away.
As I turned and headed after Becky, I caught a lot of stares from those who lingered in the parking lot. Then when I entered the hallway, I got even more. I groaned as I glanced at my phone. It was a little after noon—lunch hour. No wonder there’d b
