-Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the chapter: okay by Chase Atlantic)
She wasn't supposed to be here.
She wasn't supposed to sit next to me like this, her body angled toward mine, our legs brushing under the table.
She wasn't supposed to look at me like that—like she wanted me like she didn't give a single fuck that half the cafeteria was whispering about us.
She wasn't supposed to make my stomach flip.
And yet, here she was, smiling like she had just won some kind of game.
I gripped my fork tighter, trying to focus on my food, but I could barely swallow past the lump in my throat. I could feel every stare in the room, feel the weight of their curiosity, their amusement, their judgment.
They were eating this up.
The same people who had laughed when Glyndon used to push me around in the hallways.
