Class is over. As soon as the bell rang, Quinn left the room. He didn't even say bye to me. His friends followed him while shaking their heads. I felt like a storm was brewing, but I didn't dare ask.
As for me, I fixed my things and just got out of the door when a bunch of girls approached me. They looked friendly, so I smiled at them. There were three of them. One of them is in my class, and her name is Ella. She's tall and has two dimples on her cheek. The other one introduced herself as Rizza. I think she plays the drums by the looks of it — there's a couple of drumsticks on her bag. Len is the one wearing glasses and the shortest of them all.
"Hi, I'm Rachel."
"It's nice to meet you, Rachel. We heard you play the guitar, and we were wondering if you would like to jam with us sometim
