A GETAWAY

GINGER: "She's really the coolest. My mom would send a driver or make Hu drive me home," Hana says, and I force a smile at the mention of Hu's name. "You don't have to worry. I'll help you get your bag," she adds, and both Wendy and I glance at her. "So that you can meet my mom?" I ask, raising a brow. She shakes her head with her face contorting. "Because you're my friend, and you need my help." She throws an arm around my shoulders. "Just admit you have a huge crush on her mom and be done with it," Wendy says, crossing her arms, her brows furrowed. "It's not a crush! She just inspires me so much. She's so young, badass, and coooool!" She drags out the last word dramatically, pressing down on my shoulders until I yelp in pain. "Sorry, sorry," she apologizes quickly, pulling her hands away. "Her mom will be here any minute, and we should get back to class. Also, I hate restrooms," Wendy mutters, making her way toward the door. Hana hooks her arm through mine, pulling me along with her.