Ximena's POV
By Friday afternoon, I've managed to convince myself that this weekend might actually be bearable.
Glenda and I made plans for a quiet night in, complete with terrible movies and way too much popcorn. No parties. No crowds of people staring at me like I'm some kind of spectacle. No more spin-the-bottle disasters that leave me feeling like the world's biggest joke.
Just peace.
That's all I want. Just one night where I don't have to pretend I'm okay with being invisible.
But the universe has other plans, apparently.
As I'm heading toward my locker after last period, I spot them clustered around their usual territory by the trophy case. Like they're marking their domain or something.
