Payton’s POV
“Something’s up with him. I know it.”
Harley follows my gaze to Will, who has pointedly chosen a seat in the cafeteria about as far from us as possible. “Maybe he’s just having a bad day.”
It’s not just a bad day, though. Will has been acting weird toward me for several days now, and I have no idea why.
Before I get the chance to voice that concern, though, Rachel Rosario approaches us.
“I need to talk to you,” she announces.
I glance at Harley and Dash, who are seated with us. I’m not sure which of us she’s addressing. “Okay. Go ahead.”
Rachel crosses her arms, eyeing Dash with narrowed eyebrows. “Just the girls.”
An amused expression overtakes Dash’s face. He glances at Harley, who shrugs and nods. Then he gives her a swift, smooth kiss on her cheek and leaves.
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