As the guys stopped laughing, Will’s eyes were aimed toward me again. We looked away from each other at the same time. Him to turn back to his group. Me to the back wall. Half because I didn’t have anywhere else to look, half because I could still check Will out in my peripheral at this angle.
Suddenly, I desperately didn’t want to go off with Juliette. Why did he have to pick today to remember I existed? Why couldn’t I sit in that seat for the next twelve hours, counting how many times we locked eyes?
“I really don’t know what’s up with Rose,” Juliette said as we dumped our trays. “She’s doing that on purpose. Don’t think me and Niamh haven’t noticed.”
“I don’t think she likes me very much,” I admitted.
Juliette made a show of shaking her head, all wide-eyed horror. “No, of course she
