HANNAH
The banner was impossible to miss. It hung in the hallway, stretched so wide that it was the first thing anyone saw upon stepping into the school.
Bold red letters on a stark white background read:
ROSES ARE RED. VIOLETS ARE BLUE. DAWSON EATS s**t, AND SO DO YOU.
A squiggly arrow pointed to a cartoon character beside the words wide, staring eyes, an idiotically loopy grin and yet, the resemblance to Asher was unmistakable.
For a moment, Willa and I stood frozen in the doorway as students moved past us. Then, Willa collapsed against me, shoulders shaking with laughter.
“Who did this?” she gasped, pointing at the drawing, tears of mirth in her eyes.
“An artist, that’s who,” I said with a grin.
“This needs to be framed. No, actually, it belongs in a museum.”
We walked on, stil
