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He hummed a little. "Yeah, but driving half-way across the country, you're going to put some wear on the timing belt. It might have been good before you left, but putting some mileage on it wore it out." After a moment of consideration, Marco shrugged. "The work is quick. An hour or two tops...

Maggie hid a smile as she bent her head down to pull a notebook out of her backpack. She wasn't quite sure why, but the compliment from Hannah did funny things to her stomach. Marco offered Lacey a brighter smile as he examined the car. "Mind if I...?" He indicated the front door, waiting for...

"I'm more into writing and history myself." Too much math in Chemistry for her taste. She stuck her hands in her pockets, following Hannah to their English class. When they reached the room, she tried to get in without much notice, aiming for the first empty chair, but luck was not on her side...

"Math is the worst," Maggie agreed, scrunching up her nose. When she was in the third grade, they started doing timed math tests, and it always took her a little extra time to get through the form. Ever since then, she and math have had a bad, bad relationship. "I do not envy you." Tagging after...

Ever nosy (a trait she inherited from being the daughter of a cop), Maggie couldn't resist taking a peek into Hannah's locker. Most of the girls at her old school had pictures of their friends, their boyfriends, and that kind of thing. Her locker was reasonably sparse in comparison. She didn't...

Maggie nodded, adjusting her backpack. That wink did an odd twisting thing to her stomach, and she pretended to fuss with her straps for a moment to avoid meeting Hannah's eyes; she was damn pretty. "Great. That will save me from being totally lost." Which was still preferential to being stuck...

"Thanks." It was a kind enough welcome, even if she didn't particularly want to be going to a new school. She turned to head inside, following after Hannah. "English with Mr. Howard," she read off her schedule. "I'm supposed to go back to the office during lunch to get a locker." Lame that they...

Eva watched for a moment and, satisfied that the teen could handle herself against a dumb jock, donned her helmet once more and roared off. Maggie, too, watched the exchange between Hannah and Jack, quirking a brow at the asshole's insistence on touching someone who wasn't having it. "Not...

"Who is that?" Maggie eyed the girl climbing off the back of the motorcycle. She was right in her earlier assumption that leather jackets would be more commonplace here than back home, but she'd never seen one with lace sleeves. It was cute. So was the girl wearing it. Maggie bit her lip at...

Maggie nodded. That made sense. "Be safe," she called after her mother, letting out a sigh when Lacey was gone. Sipping for her hot chocolate, Maggie hitched her bag up higher on her shoulder and headed out the door, locking up behind her. The brand new copy still felt stiff in the lock, and she...

She gave her mom a small smile. It wasn't her fault that she had to go in. "I thought you were didn't need a uniform anymore," she said when Lacey muted the phone, tugging her backpack higher up on her shoulder. It was practically empty as she didn't have much in there aside from some notebooks...

Maggie watched her mom on the phone and let out a quiet sigh as it became clear that her few days off would quickly turn into just this morning off. "Alright," she agreed, disappearing down the hall. Upstairs, she set her travel mug aside and dug around in a box for clothes. Thankfully there...

She shrugged, "I just like to remind you." She couldn't fathom how her mom could stomach it with water. She looked more like her mom than anything else, but she took after her dad in a lot of other aspects. The thought of her father caused a deep ache in her chest that had her blinking back...

Humming in response to the thanks, Maggie helped move boxes off the bottom one and then hauled herself up onto a counter, legs swinging. "Rationally, I know it isn't your fault. Emotionally, I need someone to blame, and I'm a teenager, so you're it." She offered her mom a ghost of a smile. She...

Maggie was staring at a similar state in her room. There were boxes everywhere, and so far the only thing she'd managed to unpack (besides her furniture, which was still not where she wanted it), was a stack of books and an even more massive stack of notebooks. Packing had been a nightmare, and...