Dionne
I left the dining room with my mind still swirling. Brooklyn's eyes hadn’t left me the whole time, and that unsettling, piercing gaze was part of the reason I decided to leave my meal pretty early. Maybe I was imagining it, but the way she looked at me made me feel like I was under a microscope which was the last thing I ever wanted. I told myself I’d just finish up some assignments from school, anything to take my mind off how awkward everything had gotten.
As I settled into my desk and pulled out my books and I tried to shake off the weirdness of the day. I didn’t get very far before I heard a knock on my door. Making me pause, my heart picking up a little.
“Who’s that?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t Hardin.
“It’s Hardin.” His voice came through the door, and I let out a breath, n
