"So how exactly are you all going to finish your project if Michael isn't exactly talking to you?" Codie asked through a slurp of noodles in her bowl.
She was only on bowl two, her personal goal she was hoping to beat was five today. The three of us sat at Noodle & Co., chatting about our homework, school, and non-invasive school drama.
"TBH, I haven't really thought about it. He won't talk to me, like you said, so there's not much I can do. We have it all basically done, though. So I guess we could wing the end of it if we had to." I shrugged the rest of the topic off.
It had been weeks since I'd been back, and weeks since I'd had a severely sprained ankle. He still hadn't paid much attention to me at school, even though everyone else in the halls seemed to appreciate my new l
