adorable, as always.
I tried not to stare. I wasnât sure exactly what I thought about Brayden just yet. Until I figured it out, nobody needed to know I had any thoughts about him at all.
âSo what are you doing this weekend?â I asked Megan, carefully keeping my voice casual. Iâd only been friends with her for a week or two and couldnât take anything for granted yet. Popularity was fragilewhen you were the new kid. Not that Megan ever had to worry about that. She was practically Aura royaltyâher mom was the mayor, her uncle the chief of police, and her whole family had lived in this town basically forever.
It didnât hurt that she was pretty and blond, with a sense of style rivaled only by my own. My gaze flicked down to her cute jeweled sandals, and I wondered if we were good enough friends yet for me to ask to borrow them.
âIâm not sure yet,â Megan said. âFootball game tomorrow afternoon, obviously.â
âObviously,â I echoed. Football was king in Aura, like most everywhere in Texas, and our middle school team, the Aura Armadillos, was undefeated. Although things were looking dicey now that the star quarterback was out for the rest of the season with a broken leg.
My gaze zipped forward. Brayden was high-fiving some of his friends from the football team, whoâd been waiting for him at the far end of the hall. Brayden spent so much time with Biff, Brent,and Buzz that everyone called the four of them the B Boys. I tried to pretend I wasnât watching as Brent smacked Brayden on the shoulder, then Brayden laughed and hit Buzz on the leg with one of his crutches. They were still goofing off as they disappeared around the corner.
I closed my eyes for a second, remembering Braydenâs hand gripping mine as he writhed on the ground in pain after his leg had snapped in a bad tackle last weekend. It wasnât something I could forget, especially since Iâd seen it twice: Once when it had happened, and once a few days before it had happened.
My eyes flew open as a nasty voice came from right behind me: âWake up, Waters. Youâre blocking traffic.â
I glanced around just in time to see Gabe Campbell shoot me a poisonous glare as he stomped past, his battered cowboy boots clomping on the floor.
âOops, looks like someoneâs still mad at you,â Megan commented.
I just nodded. Gabeâs uncle was the reason Momhad a job here in Aura. Sort of. Chuck Campbell had been on the force for yearsâand heâd been embezzling money from the town almost as long. After he was fired, heâd held a grudge against Mom for taking his jobâand Gabe seemed to be holding a grudge against Cassie and me for the same reason.
Megan and I continued down the hall to her locker, still trailed by the minions. Lavender Adams was already there, leaning against the wall, picking at her fingernails.
She looked up when she heard us coming. âHey,â she said to Megan.
Okay, technically she said it to all of us. But her hazel eyes barely registered me before settling on Megan and the minions. I tried not to let it bother me. Lavender hadnât accepted me into the group as quickly as Megan and the others had. Sometimes she almost felt like a friend, and other times? Well, not so much. But I wasnât too worried. Most people liked me once they got to know me, and I was sure Lavender was no exception.
âWe were just talking about weekend plans,â Itold her with a friendly smile.
âWay to plan ahead, Cassie.â Lavender shrugged. âItâs only Thursday; we still have a whole ânother day of school to survive first.â
Megan laughed. âAll the more reason to think about something fun, right?â She clicked open her locker and checked her reflection in the mirror sheâd stuck on the door. âUnfortunately I donât think I can do anything on Saturday. Momâs having some kind of