By the time I got to class, a teacher was already inside. I took a seat beside Ella and we greeted through eye contact.
I spent the entire morning in a daze. Every time I shifted in my chair, the slight ache in my body was a vivid reminder of the night before. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks every time I thought about Nathan. I hit my head a little with my pen, trying to focus.
Ella was hovering the second our last morning exams ended. She didn't even wait for us to get out of the hallway before she grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the quiet corner of the campus courtyard.
"Okay, spill it," Ella demanded, her eyes narrowed as she scanned my face. "You're glowing. You're literally radiating something, and it's not just the leftover glitter from the club. You didn't call me at all last night, or answer my texts this morning."
"I was tired, Ella," I tried to deflect, but I couldn't stop the small, tell-tale smile from tugging at my lips.
