I was up bright and early the next morning, and completely unhappy about it.
I was already regretting agreeing to meet Pippa and Nora for breakfast in the canteen.
But it was too late to back out, now.
Blake’s motorcycle was not there when I arrived, but it was so early that it didn’t necessarily mean he had been expelled, and I would have to wait until my first lesson of the day to know for sure whether he was at school today.
I tried not to think about that. I was supposed to be meeting two nice girls who had not done anything mean, or tried to mess with my head. And I did want to talk to them about switching from calculus, which sort of made getting up so early worthwhile.
They were both there already when I got to the canteen, and they waved me over so I could leave my bag there
