“Bren!”
Taz yelled my name after third period that Friday, hurrying through the crowd. I’d just left the bathroom, but I needed to stop at my locker before the next class.
“What’s up?” I asked once she got to my side. She looked well rested, so I added, “I take it you didn’t partake in the partying last night?”
She laughed, shaking her head.
After the early hiccup, the week had passed without any big events. I’d been a good sister. I’d had dinner with Channing every night. I took all the guys to that first dinner on Tuesday, but Channing had stopped it after that. He hadn’t enjoyed the twenty-thousand questions Jordan and Zellman had asked him about the crew system and how he’d started it. So the last two dinners had been me, him, and a whole lot of awkward silence.
I think he was rec
