Jake's POV
Next class starts in fifteen minutes, and at this point, I wasn’t sure if she planned to show up at all or if she’d already bailed on the whole day.
Still, I wasn’t giving up yet. Because for once, I had a shot at dragging her along into a future that didn’t just involve fast bikes, sarcasm, and avoiding responsibility.
If she’d just listen—just this once—maybe we could do this together.
I found her.
Of course, I did—just a few minutes before the bell rang for History. She was coming out of the janitor’s closet, laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world, and right behind her was Randall, his shirt half tucked and hair slightly messed up.
I wasn’t an i***t. I could put two and two together.
When she noticed me standing there, arms crossed and eyebrows raised in fu
