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 ...