The second Lily storms out of the cafeteria, the whole room erupts into whispers. I can feel eyes on me from every direction, curious, smug, hungry for drama. I ignore all of them and sit back down across from Raven and Emily. Emily kicks me under the table. “You’re a disaster.”
“Thanks,” I mutter.
Raven is staring at her tray like it might swallow her whole. Her shoulders are tight, her hair falling forward like she’s trying to hide behind it. I hate that Lily’s meltdown touched her at all.
I clear my throat. “So… uh… how’s your day going so far?”
Raven blinks, surprised I’m talking to her. “Um… okay. I guess.”
“What classes did you have this morning?”
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Math, Spanish, and Art.”
“Nice,” I say, trying to sound normal. “What do you have this
