Bastiana has a loving family, two amazing best friends, and a secret.
Over summer vacation, Bastiana and her besties do their best to focus on their bucket list in order to distract them from all the secrets they're keeping from one another. When a...
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"Adiós, Señor Santoro!" I call over my shoulder as Ryker and I leave his classroom.
"Do you need to stop by your locker, or are you good to go?" Ryker asks me as we walk down the hall.
"If I say no, do I still have to go to PE?" I whine and look up at him.
"Unfortunately, yes. Sorry, B." He shrugs and shakes his head gently. "But I will walk you to class if that helps, and I'm sure Ash will, too." He smiles down at me.
"Fine." I slump my shoulders and roll my eyes. "But only because you're walking with me." I tell him.
"It's not even a hard class, B." He scoffs. "You're taking Activities, right?" I nod. "That's the easiest one. You just play games all semester."
"Easy for you maybe! I'm uncoordinated and the least athletic person in my whole family, remember?" I cross my arms and pout as we turn into the math hallway.
"I think you'll survive, B." He laughs softly.
I reach over and swat at his arms playfully just as a door opens a few feet in front of us and Asher walks out into the hallway. He turns and spots us quickly, his face lifting into a bright smile.
"Oh good, my friends!" He sighs dramatically and steps up beside me, draping an arm over my shoulders as he falls into step with us.
"Another brutal math class, Ash?" I ask with a sympathetic smile.
"I swear Mr. Pennington has it out for me!" He throws his other hand up and lets it drop against his leg. "And Algebra II is much harder than Algebra I was!" He sighs and shakes his head.
"I think I'd rather go to math for a second time today than go to PE." I groan.
"You two are just full of complaints today." Ryker chuckles and shakes his head as we turn into the main hall.
"Hey! I have a right to complain!" I elbow him lightly. "Bitchney is in my PE class and I know she's just chomping at the bit to get me back for the picture day disaster." I sigh and shudder at the memory. "That one went completely off the rails." I say quietly.
"Don't worry, Doll." Asher pulls me closer to his side. "We've got your back! We won't let her mess with you."
"Promise?" I look up at him with wide, pleading eyes, then over at Ryker.
"Promise, B." Ryker nods. "And we'll even meet you here after Social Studies to walk you to your next class."
"Really?" I smile up at him as we turn down the athletic hall towards the locker rooms.
"Of course, Doll!" Asher smiles when I look over at him. "We'd never throw you to the wolves."
"Thanks, guys." I sigh. "That helps." We stop in front of the girls' locker room and I turn to face them. "So, are we going to talk about Halloween?" I ask.
