Noah

By the time lunch rolled around, I was running on pure adrenaline and the last half of a lukewarm Monster I’d grabbed from the gas station before school.

The morning had been a blur — teachers droning on about essays, Jackson talking plays every chance he got, and Daniel sulking like someone kicked his puppy — but I wasn’t really listening to any of it.

My head was somewhere else entirely.

Correction:

My head was with someone else entirely.

Jessa Lombardi.

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