CHAPTER FIFTY TWO
As I walked towards the lockers on Thursday morning, I could not help but feel this imminent excitement weighing in on me. With Ian’s arm hanging on my shoulder, I felt like I could walk on the clouds at this moment. When we reached the lockers, he was called over his group of football jock-friends.
“I’ll be right back,” I nodded as he walked over to them.
A smile peeked on my face as I opened my locker, taking out my math book. The moment I closed it, I almost shrieked when my gaze met Amber leaning on the locker next to mine, sucking on a lollypop.
“What? Looking for another dumb picture to post for attention again?” She was not going to make my mood go down because of that.
“You wish,” She paused, glancing for a second at Ian then back at me,” It must really feel
