Forever. Karen Hopkins Ann

night air. Because the schoolhouse was on a hill overlooking the parking area, I spotted Noah instantly as he walked in between the parked cars, making his way to my red pickup truck.

      I’d barely left the building when a hand reached out and touched my shoulder, giving me quite a jolt.

      When I turned around, I was shocked to see Ella’s oval face staring at me.

      “Stop, Rose. I need to talk to you.”

      “You’ve got to be kidding. Haven’t you caused me enough trouble?” I spat out. I really hated the girl, and the fact that she was one of Noah’s admirers wasn’t even the reason. Ella Weaver was truly the wickedest girl I’d ever met.