Jessa

By the time the last bell rang on Tuesday, I was more than ready to escape.

The day had been surprisingly… good.

Better than I expected after the chaos of the bonfire and the drama at lunch yesterday.

Today had felt almost normal.

No hallway showdowns. No Daniel running his mouth in my direction.

And — thankfully — no near-heart attacks from almost kissing Noah Carter under a sky full of sparks.

Of course, almost was doing a lot of heavy lifting there.

Because ...