But the girl beside me wasn’t shy in the least when she said, “I can do one.”
My lips twitched.
The rest of the class was truly a treat, because Bernadette was there working out beside me, grumbling and complaining the entire way.
Even after class had ended, she was still ranting.
Just as I was about to go talk to the girl some more, a voice had me changing my mind.
“Jas!”
I turned to find my best friend, Harlow Degraw, standing there looking at me like she’d called my name multiple times, but I hadn’t answered.
Grinning sheepishly, I headed her way.
“What’s up?” I asked.
She’d been the only one to stay from day one after I’d woken up from my medically induced coma. She’d been there the day that I’d finally been able to talk and shared that I wasn’t Bayne Green. She’d been there the day I was sprung and allowed to go to Sophia’s wedding.
She’d been there through it all, and I loved her like my own sister.
She looked at me like I was nuts. “We were supposed to meet for lunch, remember?”
I looked at my watch and noted the time.
I still had at least thirty minutes until I was supposed to be there.
“Yeah?” I asked. “But wasn’t I supposed to meet you there?”
“Yes, but my car broke down, and I called you like twelve times.” She rolled her eyes.
I winced. “Sorry, Low. What’s wrong with it?”
The new girl slipped out as Harlow described everything that was going on with her car—which included a flat left front tire and the back left tire as well as some wheel well damage—and I cursed to myself.
I’d been working up the courage to ask for her number.
“You like her.”
I looked up at my best friend as I said, “Who?”
“The girl that just walked out of here.” Harlow smiled. “You should go ask for her number.”
“I was working up to that when you got here.”
She winced. “Sorry. Go ask for it now. I’ll wait here.”
I took one last, longing look at the knockout across the parking lot and sighed.
“I’ll never see her again,” I grumbled.
“Why?” Harlow asked.
“She was dropping in,” I murmured.
Harlow looked to where I was looking and her face twisted. “Not your usual type, Jas.”
“No,” I agreed. “And that’s why she’s pulling me in. Not my usual type.”
