Chapter 18

• As days passed, Andre and I hadn’t really been able to talk. Every time I tried to approach him, he found a way to avoid me—claiming he had football practice or that he needed to go home for business.
• I caught glimpses of him in the hallways, but he barely acknowledged me. Isabelle noticed too, her concerned glances growing more frequent.
• By the time the final bell rang one afternoon, I had made up my mind. I wasn’t going to let him keep pushing me away.