“You look dangerous,” my best friend remarks the next morning, as I join her for breakfast. For once, she’s earlier than me. And it’s like that for a reason.
“Do I?” I mumble absentmindedly, stuffing my mouth with cereal. I can feel her stare on me as I eat, minding my own business. Suddenly, she nudges me, making me look up at her with my eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
“What’s going on?” she wants to know. Just in that moment, the boys come from the counter, giving me the perfect excuse to change the subject. But once they sit down, they all eye me warily before I even say a word.
“There’s some weird tension in the air, but I can’t put my finger on it,” Marcus remarks, making me roll my eyes at him. Great, and here I was, thinking I was fooling everyone. I accidentally share a glance with
