Aria

My eyes flicked around the parking area until they landed on Yvonne. She was leaning against a column near the gate, hair tucked behind her ears, a half-eaten granola bar in one hand, and a ridiculous grin stretched across her face like she’d just won a prize.

“What the hell are you so happy about?” I muttered under my breath as I approached.

She perked up, bright-eyed. “I’m happy because this is my first time inside your school. You didn’t let me in last time, ...