IZZY’S POV
Shantel moved to one end of the room. She stood like she was on a runway, one hand on her hip, and the other on her waist. She pouted her lips, like she was the world's best model. She twirled slowly, pretending like cameras were flashing around her.
Sarah started laughing so loudly, I could swear the walls shook.
“Please… stop before I die!” Sarah managed to say, holding unto her stomach.
Shantel gave one final pose, and flipped an imaginary hair over her shoulders. “You’re welcome.”
We were still laughing when she walked over to her bed and reached into her tote bag. And with a wide smile, she pulled out a brown paper bag, and dropped it on the desk in a dramatic way.
“Ta- da! Guess who brought food?”
I widened my eyes. “You didn’t.”
“I did.” She winked at me. “
