Bad Boy Kisses

The echoes of gossip about my breakup with Conner still felt like whispers behind every locker and hushed conversation in the hallways. Two days since I found him making out with some random girl from another town, and the humiliation clung to me like a bad scent.
Today, Monday, felt like the official start of my public pity party. Conner and I had been the 'it' couple for two years, practically royalty in the school's social hierarchy. He saw it as owning the place; I saw it as having a lot of friends. Now, everyone knew.
I closed my locker with a soft click, the sound too loud in my ears, and started for my first period class. Each 'sorry' or sympathetic glance from passing classmates felt like a fresh sting. I just wanted to disappear, to avoid any confrontation, especially with him.
Then, like a beacon in my self-pity, Hailey's voice cut through the noise, bright and irreverent. "Hello my sexy friend!" She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and for the first time all day, my lips twitched into a genuine smile. God, I loved that girl.
