Flora’s P.O.V
“So…you and Trevor?”
“So…you and Clay?”
Ruth gave me a wide grin and a wink as she sat up against the headboard.
I’d come over to her house after school the next day and she had immediately insisted that I have a shower before doing anything else.
“You smell like Clay.” She’d told me straight up. “And my mom’s a huge gossip.” Which was a very true statement. Mrs. Summers always had the latest pack gossip and the Asian cooking classes she taught the other pack mothers three days a week, was just an excuse to exchange even more gossip. I would NOT want to be the centre of that attention.
So I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of loose comfy T-shirt and sweat pants. Since I came over at her house often, I always had clean clothing over at her house as she had in
