Jojo’s P.O.V.
The last chair was finally tucked in, the whiteboard wiped clean, and my desk no longer looked like a war zone of graded papers and coffee cups. I let out a long breath, pressing my hands against my hips.
Done.
Now, onto more important matters—like changing into something that didn't scream teacher who has spent all day trying to prevent chaos. I grabbed my bag and all but ran to the restroom, quickly swapping out my sensible blouse and slacks for a simple tank top and leggings. It was a hike, after all, not a PTA meeting. With one last glance in the mirror, I ruffled my hair, bit my lip, and then pointed at my reflection.
"Alright, Jojo. You got this. Just a casual hike. With Raven. No big deal. Definitely not a date date—except, oh wait, it totally is."
I sucked in a
