She was beautiful in that effortless way teenagers notice immediately. She was captain of the dance team, involved in student council, and somehow seemed to know half the school by name.
I’d seen her in pictures online beside football players, cheerleaders, and girls who looked like they’d stepped out of magazines.
Tobin and Celeste lived in completely different worlds.
“Celeste asked you?”
His smile faded just a little.
“Yes, Mom. You don’t have to sound so shocked.”
I immediately felt terrible.
“No, sweetheart. That’s not what I meant. I just didn’t know you two were friends.”
“We’re not really. She came up to me after chemistry and asked if I’d already made plans.”
“And you said yes?”
He gave me a look.
“Obviously.”
