DELILAH
“Honestly, serves her right. She’s been a cold b***h about it for weeks,” I linked Sara back after she finished giving me Taylor’s embarrassing play-by-play. The whole school would be talking about it for a while.
I rushed into our history classroom; Mel was already there getting her books out of her bag. “There you are!” I trilled. Things had fallen into a comfortable pattern with her. Junior seemed mostly happy with how she was around him, even though I still hadn’t gotten her to join us for lunch. Most days, she and Asher ate somewhere other than the lunchroom.
“Where else would I be?” she returned as I dropped down into my seat.
“I want to ask you a favor,” I smiled at her. Her face went from passive to hesitant in a split second.
“What favor?” she asked warily.
“So,
