Walking to school felt like being in a different reality. I kept catching glimpses of myself in store windows and car mirrors, and every time I did a double-take because that couldn't be me. The guy in the reflection looked like he had his shit together.
My phone had been buzzing all morning with texts from Nina, but I was too nervous to check them. What if she changed her mind about the haircut? What if it looked weird in daylight?
I was about three blocks from school when I heard footsteps jogging up behind me.
"Excuse me," a voice called out. "Are you lost?"
I turned around, confused, and nearly choked. It was Nina, but she had this huge, shit-eating grin on her face and her eyes were sparkling with mischief.
"Do I know you?" she continued, walking up to me and looking me up and down in an exaggerated way that made my face burn. "Because I'm pretty sure I'd remember meeting someone this handsome."
My brain just stopped working. "Nina, what are you doing?"
