By the time the final bell rang, my nerves were fried. Between Joey’s clinginess, Victoria’s smug face, and pretending to be the world’s cockiest bad boy, I was seconds away from having a nervous breakdown.

Then my phone buzzed.

Blake (in my body): We need to talk. Science lab. Ten minutes.

No punctuation. No “please.” Just pure bossy Blake Thorton energy — in my body.

Great.

I slipped out of the cafeteria doors, keeping my head low. The halls were already emptying, the usual ...