That night I text Tess but she doesn’t respond. I email her too but still nada. I don’t even see the light on in her room. I have no idea just how much trouble she’s in for seeing me. Tess isn’t at school the next day. Angela is. And any chance she gets she looks over at me and smirks. She does it so many times that I have no choice but to start pretending to lift up my shirt. I realize that it’s immature and mean. It also shuts her up fast. During lunch when James and I are in the library I see Beth walk by a few times. She looks at me and then turns away. As far as I know Beth doesn’t know that Tess and I are a thing, but then why would she be hovering? So I wave and say, “Hey, Beth.” “Hey,” she says, and for a moment it looks like she might say something else. Then she walks out of the library. “Should I go after her?” asks James. “She might know where Tess is.”
