chapter 4

Isabella

“You have to go talk to him, Isabella,” Amina says from behind the door of my locker.

I pull my scrubs on and sigh. “That’s not in my job description.”

“Being thanked for saving a man’s life?!”

I slam my locker door and shake my head. “Nope.”

“Come on, your shift doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes. Just a quick conversation,” Amina says with the eagerness of a little girl who thinks unicorns exist.

I cross my arms over my chest. “Not happening.” I’m not going to tell her that a conversation like that is going to last way more than fifteen minutes.

“He’s famous, Isabella.”

“Is he?” I ask.

“Don’t be an ass. You know him. Black Flame. The band.”

I pretend to be nonplussed.

Amina gapes at me. “You know them.”

I shake my head.

“Come on! ‘Hold My Hand’? ‘Freak and Fire’? ‘Jumper Judy’?”

I know all of those songs. “Hm. No.”

“Shut up. You at least know ‘Yelling From the Bottom of a Hole’.”

I laugh. Because I laugh every time I hear the name of that song.

“It goes like –“ Amina