Connecting
““Jacy!” Dumping her math notebook into her backpack, Calla hurries to catch up with him as he strides out of the classroom after the last bell. “Wait up!”
Jacy doesn’t stop walking, and he doesn’t look back, but he does slow down enough to let her fall into step beside him.
“What’s up?” he asks tersely.
Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all, she concludes, fumbling with the zipper on her backpack, then slinging it over one shoulder.
Bold confrontation’s never been her style.
But then, i...t’s not like she and Jacy aren’t friends, right? If nothing else.
And friends talk to each other.
Which Jacy hasn’t done at all today. Or last week, either, for that matter.
She’s been trying to convince herself that it might be her imagination that he’s been standoffish. But the other day, he was less than friendly in the cafeteria, and today, when she was really paying close attention, she couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t talk to her or sit near her or even glance in her direction.MoreLess
Jacy doesn’t stop walking, and he doesn’t look back, but he does slow down enough to let her fall into step beside him.
“What’s up?” he asks tersely.
Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all, she concludes, fumbling with the zipper on her backpack, then slinging it over one shoulder.
Bold confrontation’s never been her style.
But then, i...t’s not like she and Jacy aren’t friends, right? If nothing else.
And friends talk to each other.
Which Jacy hasn’t done at all today. Or last week, either, for that matter.
She’s been trying to convince herself that it might be her imagination that he’s been standoffish. But the other day, he was less than friendly in the cafeteria, and today, when she was really paying close attention, she couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t talk to her or sit near her or even glance in her direction.MoreLess
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