Lunchtime
I walk into the cafeteria with Arlene, where the boys are chatting. I spot Brandon in line with two trays—could one be for me?
Arlene joins the line while I wait for Brandon. Just as he reaches the end, a girl suddenly appears and says, “You got my lunch, thanks, baby.” Baby? What the hell?
Brandon freezes and locks eyes with me. The girl grabs the trays and tugs on him, saying, “Come on, B, let’s go sit.”
I cross my arms, aware that everyone's attention is on us. The boys are watching, and Justin looks ready to fight, prompting Carlos to hold him back. I say, “Hi Brandy, is that lunch for me?”
Brandon starts, “Well, technically—,” but the girl cuts him off.
She snaps, “Um, excuse me, but Brandon got the lunch for me.”
I snort, “You wish. Now get your hands off my man befo
