All eyes are on me as I approach the round table where my group of three friends sits with their prom dates and girlfriends. And then there’s Hazel, sitting next to an empty chair, staring at me with widened eyes that’s full of questions
At least she keeps the questions to herself. My friends? Of course, they won’t.
“How did it go with Jenna? Saw her leaving with you,” Dylan asks, his dark eyes glinting with mischief.
“Obviously not good. Did you see that? She tried to throw her wine on his new pretty girlfriend,” Luis, the blonde one, enters, obviously wanting to increase the drama.
He is my friend. I trust him, but there’s something off about the way he looks at hazel. He was also the only one that reached for a handshake. And why the f**k does he keep calling her pretty when his g
