Elena’s POV (in Blake’s body)

The courtyard buzzed the way it always did before first period. Groups clustered under the shade trees, backpacks dumped everywhere, gossip floating on the morning air. I tried to walk like Blake walked. Shoulders loose. Steps steady. That careless confidence he seemed to be born with.

But inside, I was a mess.

Joey spotted me before I spotted her.

Her face lit up, and then she started toward me with that bouncy, confident stride, tossing her hair like she ...