LIAM JR.
Mel rushed out of class on Monday, Asher hot on her heels. She wouldn’t look at me once during the whole block and held herself so stiffly in the seat beside me I was sure she would hurt herself.
It was basically the same thing the rest of the week. When she declined to go to the game with Lilah Thursday afternoon, Lilah turned her wrath on me.
“Why won’t Mel go to the game with us? What did you do?” she berated me as she slammed herself down at the lunch table.
“Yea, LJ. What did you do?” Drake teased.
I punched him, and Lilah punched me. “Ow. I didn’t do anything!” I said, rubbing my shoulder.
“You did. Every day she comes to class all tense and wound up. She will barely talk to us. She hasn’t texted me back all week. Don’t think I didn’t notice that she left my part
