“Sarah? Are you even listening to me?”
Sarah closed her locker door, revealing April’s wide-eyed, upturned expression. She leaned her head back onto the thin, grey metal door behind her. “Did you hear what I said?”
Sarah sighed and gave her friend a weak smile. “Yes, loud and clear.”
April puckered her lips. “Well being loud is one of my best traits.”
“But seriously,” April snapped back into her direct tone. “The party starts at eight. And everyone is going to be there. Everyone,” she tilted her head down as if to whisper, “including you know who.”
Sarah snorted. “How do you even know that?”
April tossed back her long, black hair over her shoulder. “I have sources. You know this.”
“God, April. Sally doesn’t know anything. That girl can’t tell you what she ate for breakfast – if she remembered to even eat it. She’d feed anyone a story so long as it kept you listening to her.”
April rolled her eyes and tossed her hair to the other side. “Well” she said, holding on the ell, “just let me know alright. I know Sally can be-” she paused, “-a little flimsy on her information, but I think she is right on this one.”
They started walking down the hall. The crowd getting sparse as the class bell loomed.
Sarah bit her lip. If he was going to be there, then she should be there. But if he wasn’t, it was just going to be another typical high-school party with lots of drinking. And lots of gossip.
“Okay,” she said quietly before they entered the science room.
April let out a squeal. “I’ll pick you up at nine on the corner. Lights out as usual.”