I never thought of myself as the jealous type.
I'd watched Cade talk to other girls before. Cheerleaders. Classmates. Girls who batted their eyelashes and flipped their hair. I'd never cared.
But Val was different.
Val was everywhere.
She sat next to Cade in English. She ate lunch with him. She walked with him between classes. She laughed at his jokes even the bad ones.
And Cade? He ate it up.
I watched them from across the cafeteria. Val was leaning in close. Her hand was on his arm. She was whispering something. Cade was laughing. His head was thrown back. His smile was wide.
My stomach twisted.
"Lena. You're going to break that tray."
I looked down. My hands were gripping my lunch tray so hard my knuckles were white.
"Sorry," I said.
Nellie sat across from me. She followed my
