I heard another familiar groan as I got up and squinted, looking around for the table. Once I spotted it, I wanted to drop dead. Not only was Noah sitting there but he was shooting me the darkest glare as I walked towards the table. My legs felt like jelly and I wished that he went back to ignoring me; that was a lot better, although it was short lived. Why’d I have to open my big fat mouth and talk to him? Or better yet, why’d I have to drink that one time at the party? And why did I even agree to be the designated driver for such a popular girl when I knew I’d be spending time at her house, where her cruel brother lives?
I grabbed a book from the pile and sat diagonal to him, upset about how there were only four desks, which were all pushed into a square. I awkwardly yanked a chair out
