"Thanks for letting me borrow your skirt," I thank Blair.
She shrugs, as we make our way to the same table next to the wide glass windows in the lavish and spacious cafeteria, sponsored by the parents of the students. Including: 5 star Michelin dishes, silverware, and gold platters, in addition to several sculptures displayed in glass cases to make it seem like we're at a cuisine or a museum rather than a regular school.
I explain what had happened beforehand with my unfair marking of my previous test. I had reviewed it the night before.
Trash. Collins is absolute garbage for robbing me of so many marks.
I sigh before looking back to Blair who seems to have ignored my lengthy anecdote.
"Are you even listening to me?" She glances up at me with wary emerald green eyes, like a child t
