She pulls out her earplugs and frowns at Steph, who nudges her head to the teacher.
Mr. Greenwood holds out a detention slip. “I’m running out of detention slips, Dallas.”
She slides out from behind the desk, grabbing her bag off the back of the chair. Her scuffed black chucks are so unlike my expensive heels.
She puts the detention slip in her bra, then grins at Mr. Greenwood. “Better get some more then.”
I stare after her. She’s everything I’m not, and it’s intriguing me. What’s it’s like to simply not care? I’ve lived my whole life under the spotlight. Always had expectations of me.
Hailey nudges me. “Are you okay? You seem distracted.”
“I’m fine.” But she’s right. Iamdistracted. When the bell rings, the notebook in front of me remains blank.