And she had to make sure the entire school knew about it. “You know, you’re really starting to get this,” Ava said with a gentle smile, her eyes lighting up with genuine warmth as she leaned over to help him with a particularly tricky problem. The lights were on, casting a warm glow through the open blinds. Kassie leaned in a little closer, just enough to make him forget how to breathe. She took one look at his bowtie, smirked, and said, “You’re too weird not to bring inside, come on.”
Mylah twirled her way toward Omar Patel, a soft-spoken boy with big brown eyes, a passion for coding, and a gentle demeanor. The party had officially begun. She wore a deep burgundy leather jacket over a skintight black dress and ankle boots that clicked with every step. “Listen up, geek boy,” she said, voice low and sharp. Or worse—one of the clients did.”
Jake raised his eyebrows.
