And worse, actually. Because she’d barely stepped into the school when she spotted Wade at the far end of the hallway. He looked up at the commotion, as the curious murmurs reached him. He caught Junie’s glance and held it, his mouth set in a firm, critical line. Her heart thumped gracelessly in her chest as she tried to figure out if she should go talk to him or give him space. He decided for her by turning into his Math class without so much as a nod in her direction. “Ouch,” Junie said out loud. “That actually, factually hurt.” “He’ll talk to you. Eventually.” Tabitha, having seen the whole exchange, patted Junie’s arm. “Maybe not this morning. Maybe not even today, but he will. Promise.” And all the while, the cameras rolled, the students stared and Junie wanted to vomit. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening, and furthermore, that all of it was being recorded by a professional TV crew. Ollie and Lulu were waiting for her by her locker. “We heard,”
