Nadia
“Hey, Cole,” Rose says, laughing and twisting her hips as she says it. She wrinkles her nose at him and my hands clench in my lap. God, this girl thinks she’s so cute.
And I mean, she is. But…whatever. I hate her anyway.
“So?” Rose asks, lifting her chin again after my dad. “Updates?”
“Sorry,” Cole says, smoothly standing from his spot next to me on this log. “That’s classified information, Rose.”
Suddenly aware of being the only one sitting and peering up at the rest of the group like a toddler, I stand too.
Rose scoffs, I think genuinely surprised to be denied. Suddenly she turns her head to glare at me. “Well, why does she get to know?”
“Hi, I’m…Jeanie,” the therapy student says, giving an awkward wave and attempting a smile that doesn’t stick as she looks around at us.
