really parrots here, Mom?â I asked, still scanning the trees.
âThere are. I thought I told you.â
I turned to her. âYou didnât.â
She twisted the cap on a bottle of vitamins and shook a couple into her hand. âThe Realtor said it started sometime in the 1980s. A bunch of people had them as pets, and they got out or were let go or something. Now theyâre naturalized.â
âWhat does that mean?â
She thought about it. âTheyâve been here so long theyâve gotten used to it. Itâs like they belong here now.â
I turned my eyes back to the window, hit with an unexpected pang of loss.
My motherâs voice pulled me from my thoughts. âYou okay, Gracie?â
I looked away from the window. âIâm just tired, I guess.â
She reached out and smoothed my hair. âItâs tough getting used to a new place.â She surveyed me with knowing eyes. âMaybe we can do takeout tonight, watch a movie on the sofa if you donât have too much homework.â
I smiled. Girlsâ movie nights were my favorite. âThatâd be nice.â
I said good-bye and went upstairs to take a shower and get dressed. Luckily, the style in Playa Hermosa wasnât that different from Phoenix. The girls were slightly less tan, and they wore less makeup, but with some minor additions most of my old clothes would work. I wondered if Selena would be up for a shopping trip to pick up a few things and then remembered that it wasnât Selena I needed as a friend.
It was Rachel Mercer.
I chose something simple to wear, slipped the Chandler ID into my pocket, and twisted my hair into waves before meeting Parker downstairs. He was quiet as we made our way outside, but at least heâd ditched the angry edge from last night. I relaxed a little. When he brooded and sulked, I was alone all over again. Then I remembered why we had to stick together. Why I accepted the risks and sacrifices and self-loathing that came with what we did. Because the only people I had in the whole world did it, and I couldnât be partof their lives if I didnât do it, too.
We pulled up next to the BMW in the school parking lot. This time when I got out of the car, I flashed Rachel a smile, forcing an expression of serenity on my face as I walked past the group. I saw Logan in my peripheral vision, felt his eyes on me. It took effort to avoid looking at him, but I kept walking, letting Parker get ahead of me with his long-legged stride.
I was crossing the quad at the center of campus when a voice called out behind me.
âGrace! Wait up!â
I turned to see Selena and Nina standing near a bank of lockers in the outdoor hallway. Selena said something to the long-haired blonde and then hurried toward me, curls escaping from the loose bun at the back of her head.
I smiled, genuinely happy to see her. âHey!â
âHey! How was your day yesterday?â
She fell into step, and we headed for the buildings at the back of the quad.
âIt was good. Everyone seems really nice,â I said. âWhat do you have first period?â
âGovernment. How about you?â
I made a face. âPrecalc.â
âUgh. I barely passed Integrated Algebra. Math isnât my thing.â
I stopped in front of the building where my class was held.
âThis is me,â I said. âBut Iâm glad we ran into each other.â
âMe too. I was thinking; would you want to hang out at my house sometime? We could swim if itâs not too cold, watch movies . . . whatever.â
I smiled. âIâd love to. And actually, I might need a shopping partner. Someone to help me pick out a few things so Iâm not hopelessly out of fashion in Playa Hermosa.â I batted my eyelashes dramatically.
She laughed. âI think youâre doing pretty well, but I wonât turn down an excuse to go shopping.â
âGreat! Iâll text