"Girls' weekend at my house," Whitney said, dropping an elegantly written invitation on top of my stack of books, which were already precariously balanced in my arms as I attempted to shove them into my locker without dropping them.
"A whole weekend?" I asked.
"Yup." She smiled. "The boys are going camping or something. I don't know." She waved her hand dismissively. "So, I have the house all to myself."
I shoved my books into my locker and slammed the door closed. "They're going camping?" I asked. "Trent didn't say anything to me about that."
And I'd seen him multiple times today. He'd had plenty of chances to say something. Unless he wasn't going.
"It's all they talked about last night," Whitney said. "Oh, there's Ellie. See you later." She rushed down the hall, calling Ellie's name.