“W-What are you guys doing here?”
Both Seven and Arlo exchange a glance before looking back at me—like I just asked whether water is wet.
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, almost forgetting why I came here in the first place. The silence between us is heavy with unspoken judgment, which, coming from these two, is rich.
A warm smile spreads across the red-haired boy’s lips, his eyes curling into two annoyingly adorable crescents.
I cringe. Yeah, no. Not falling for that.
“You looked suspicious,” Seven says with a shrug. “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t doing something that could get you expelled.”
Expelled?
Since when do they care if Lottie gets expelled?
My face twists in disbelief. “Why would you—?”
Wait.
No. Not important right now.
They look mildly disappoint
