With his heart in his mouth, Tristan knocked on Jeff’s door and then squared his shoulders.
He promised himself he wouldn’t go all Jerry Macguireon the staff this afternoon. 2
Rain turned the volume down on his iPod shuffle, muting Prince’s voice. “Excuse me?” he asked the woman standing by the school fence who was smiling expectantly at him. She must have been addressing him, but he hadn’t heard. “Sorry, I had my music on,” he quickly said, tucking his earphones into his hooded sweater.
Dressed in a sleeveless white tee, and sporting a few tattoos on her sculpted arms, the woman stepped closer to him. She was tall and lean with a head full of wild brown hair. She reminded him of a rebellious and younger K.D. Lang. “I was just asking if you were new to this school,” she said.