As soon as we arrived back at the house Drake cut the engine of his bike and I swung my leg off the bike while still wearing Drake’s jacket. Every conversation silenced just enough that I noticed and heads turned as eyes locked on me while the whispering started.
“You seeing that?”
“Who’s jacket is that?”
“That’s Drake’s patch, isn’t it?”
I didn’t react or rush because I had learned that if people were going to stare then you make them work for it. So I rolled my shoulders and adjusted the jacket like it belonged to me.
I walked towards the house like I hadn’t stepped into a spotlight that I never asked for.
I felt the shift among the whole atmosphere but I noticed that it wasn’t the same as the night before. Last night I was the girl they knew, the little sister, the one they re
