When lunch came around, I quickly made up an excuse that I had to finish a paper in the library. Carson, who was sad about Sandra’s absence, told me that he’d come along. Sandra vomited earlier (because she ate too much candy) and was sent home. Lola was perfectly fine with being beside Kyle, who looked just as happy as the girl beside him. I refused to even spare a glance in Grayson and Natalie’s direction. And then there was Shane who was sending me guilty looks that I couldn’t decipher and didn’t really bother to.
Carson and I walked upstairs silently, or at least partially silent. “Is it true?”
I glanced at him with confusion plated onto my face. “Is what true?”
He came closer to me. “That you like Grayson?”
I stared at him, my eyes wide and my arms limp. When I finally regained a
