(Caroline’s POV)
Have I mentioned that I hate Mondays? My weekend was spent taking care of Preston while Danny worked, as always. I didn’t mind it at all, but Monday morning, I was ready to rip someone’s head off. I don’t look horrendous when I wake up, my hair is silky and pretty much stays the same. I just thank the heavens I don’t drool or snore; I learned that much from sleeping in class. My routine is not to talk to anyone until lunch on Mondays, unless I absolutely have to. And I do just that.
“Morning sunshine,” Stacy joked at me from across the table. I only glare at her and reintroduce her to my middle finger. Just because I’m talking to people, doesn’t mean I’m in a good mood yet. I fork some salad into my mouth and lean against my hand. “Are you going to try and talk to Brighton again today?” she asked. That only earned her another glare. She only laughed at me.
“She’s got a new potential bae,” Mariana smirked, bumping my arm. I felt a leg brush mine and a ting shoot all the way up my core. I sat up straighter as my eyes snapped to the culprit. I inched away from him lightly only to be pushed against him again as the rest of his posse showed up to sit at my table. We got weird looks from everyone in the lunch room. I mean, if some of the most popular guys in school and the hot new guy sat next to three volleyball dorks, I would stare too, but the boys went on as if they didn’t even notice.
“Hey there, cupcake,” Nick smirked suggestively. From beside me I heard Keegan… growling?
The fudge?
When I looked over to him though, his face was calm and the growling stopped but Nick slunk back; obviously taking the hint.
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