Chapter 55

• I laughed, “Are you asking me for gossip?”
• Vivianne raised a brow, amused. She had this calm, effortless energy about her—dark braids pulled into a loose bun, silver hoops in her ears, and a fitted long-sleeve shirt that screamed “I know I look good and I don’t care if you know it too.” Her notebook was already open, pen in hand, like she actually cared about the class we were about to sit through.
• “I mean,” she said, sliding into the seat beside me, “you disappeared since we last saw, show up looking like a walking heartache, and now you’re giving me that tight-lipped ‘I’m totally fine’ smile? Come on, spill something.”