“So who was the hottie?" Kenzie grinned, laying on her stomach across her bed, legs swinging up in the air as she asked the same question for the hundredth time.
Fable ignored her, continuing to brush her teeth in the bathroom as the three girls got ready for the day.
“He did look familiar, didn't he?" Violet smiled, passing by to pack her backpack for the day.
Fable spit out the toothpaste into the sink, turning to glare at the two girls and their humorous expressions.
The mortification had slowly slid off yesterday, turning into a boiling, raging anger that was very hard to control. It was fueled equally by her shame and guilt.
Especially as Kenzie kept waving the picture she'd taken around. Luckily for Fable, it wasn't a good angle. Only Fable and the unknown boy smushed on to
