Dear Bully, you are too late
I was standing by my locker when Jaxton appeared beside me, holding two bottles of juice.
“I figured you might need this after yesterday,” he said, handing one to me. “You looked like you were ready to throw a Statistics textbook at someone.”
I laughed, taking the bottle. “I was. I just happened to value my freedom more than getting suspended.”
“That’s growth.” He leaned against the locker beside mine, smiling. “So, are we still on for today?”
I paused.
Our plans had been interrupted so many times lately that I almost didn’t want to answer too quickly.