Zoe's POV
I climbed into the bus, my red hair flying in all directions as I rushed behind Ashley, hoping—no, desperate—to share a seat with her. That way maybe I could talk to her and figure out what was wrong. The bus was already filling up with chatter, laughter, the squeak of sneakers on the metal floor. I almost stumbled over a loose strap in the aisle, catching myself just in time on the back of a chair. My glare shot backward, straight at Jade—one of Casey's loyal minions—whose smug little grin gave her away. She had clearly stuck her leg out on purpose, enjoying my near fall like it was comedy hour.
I wasn't going to give her that satisfaction I knew she was looking for. I straightened quickly, lifted my chin, and forced my steps forward, every nerve in my body wired for one thing: Ashley.
There she was—seated alone.
