Something that might get them both in detention? Hell, Heid wants no part of such.
Her forehead creases as she blurts out in wonder. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Junie skips ahead a few steps, then turns with a sunny smile. "You didn't ask how I have two uniforms."
Heidi dims her eyes, distracted from the sticky wetness of her earlier tears. Her cheeks are still tight from dried salt, and the aching in her chest where the bond with Darien strains like an invisible leash hasn't eased. But Junie's tone is bright and mischievous, like a child with a juicy secret.
"You're right," Heidi says slowly. "How do you have two? I thought the school only gave us one."
"They did. But I snuck another one out during orientation yesterday. You know… just in case." She winks and begins walking again.
Just in case? She means she stole it or what? Heidi can't help but wonder.
