I poked Allie on the shoulder and slid out of sight of her, my lips curled into a smile at finally seeing her for the first time since Friday. Friday! That girl had left me alone to go on a date with God knew who, and I’d had to deal with Poison myself all … damn … weekend.
And to say that I was in a better mood than on Friday would be an understatement.
Allie glanced over her left shoulder and locked eyes with Jamal, who was leaning against his locker, tossing a football. Her cheeks flushed, and I stepped into her line of vision with my brow arched.
“God, I tap you on the shoulder, and suddenly, you’re in love with Jamal, the football flirt”—I inched closer to her and lowered my voice—“just like your stepbrother, if I have to remind you. Please, don’t tell me he was the guy you went on
