Page 32 of #Lovestrong

Everyone stops walking and stares at me. Except Declan, who’s just smiling like a toolbag.

"You've taken German? I mean, are you any good? Sorry, but I really need to ace this class."

I roll my eyes and swing my book bag around to pull out my class schedule and hand it to him. “I take German V during sixth period. It's a college-level course. Pretty sure I can handle helping you."

Suddenly, Jackson lets go of Candice's hand and lunges toward me, grabbing me around the waist and lifting me as he spins in a circle. "Oh my God, you're my savior. I love you, I love you, I love you."

I laugh loudly as he sets me back on the ground, and Declan gently grabs my hand and pulls me back to his side, looking at his friend like he's a psycho. "Okay there, grabby-hands. She'll help you. Now, stay over there before you make her motion sick."

I smile widely as we walk into the building with the echo of the homeroom bell ringing through the halls.

Well, making friends with Declan's bestie seemed easy enough. Too bad I don't see his sister being that simple.