“Math. You?”
“Art.”
I nod as she looks back down at her cell and begins scrolling.
Okay then, maybe my first impression that we were going to have absolutely nothing in common was correct.
Ensuring we’re really not going to have any more conversation, Emmie pulls her AirPods from her bag and shoves them into her ears.
I get it. The music booming from the back of the room isn’t really doing it for me either.
Without meaning to, I look in the direction of the speaker.
But I regret it almost immediately when I lock onto a pair of dark, angry eyes.
I suck in a sharp breath as something crackles between us, but I don’t back down.
I’m Stella fucking Doukas. And if I’ve learned anything over the years, it’s that the worst thing to do—especially on the first day in a new school—is to look weak.