"I saw you cheating off Julian yesterday."
Billy had been ready to scoff, she could tell, and ask her why the hell she'd pulled him away so they could be alone before lunch ended. He didn't notice her nervousness, her fidgeting. All he could focus on was the fact that SHE KNEW and it was glorious. She'd imagined it, but whatever her fantasies had managed to conjure, it wasn't half as great as the real thing. Billy's face had opened up in surprise, then flowed to anger and then forced nonchalance as fluidly as the raindrops trickled down the windowpanes outside.
Who? Of course. He didn't know. No one knew Emily Torres unless they used descriptors. The tall girl, the ugly one. That quiet one who sits in the back and watches. The weird one. No one noticed her unless they wanted to make fun of her. Billy especially hadn't noticed, when Emily had overheard his parents as he got into the car, berating him about his bad grades. He hadn't noticed when she was there when the