We entered the lunch room and I was urging to ask him to explain what he meant. I decided not to because I’d come off as desperate, and I'm pretty sure he gets enough of that from Natalie. Our friends were at their usual table, aside from Shane, who we’d just saw. I sat down at the table, not even bothering to get lunch; my stomach was already filled to the brim with fluttering butterflies. Everyone turned and looked at me. I wished Grayson hadn’t decided to get lunch because he’d be here to face the attention with me.
“Is it true?” Sandra asked. “Did you punch Natalie?”
Awkwardly laughing, I nodded, shaking the fist used to send her flying to the ground. “Look at your face!”
I turned to Lola with furrowed eyebrows. “Lola, that’s impossible. I need a mirror.”
“No, you have a hand mark
