Lunch time feels like a nightmare. I get approached by many of my peers, who somehow remember that it’s my birthday. I don’t know most of them, but I still accept their well wishes politely. By the time I finally get to my lunch, I’m already worried that drama might be around the corner.
And just as that thought crosses my mind, I see Katie walking through the entrance. Then Jake. Then Gabriel. And the rest of the boys follow suit. Oh. So, I guess they’re a pack again. I return to my lunch calmly, deciding that I won’t be paying attention to them. They can do whatever they want.
But as I hear footsteps get closer and then see someone sitting opposite me, I let out a soft sigh. I look up, coming face to face with Gabe. He’s smiling at me, making me mimic his expression. “Happy birthday. F
