After rinsing my face again, I walked to lunch, my eyes redder than they were before. I ended up going to Art. If he saw my face, Mr. Komodo didn't bother to say anything. I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. I didn't ponder the subject and instead, entered the cafeteria and just like this morning, my gaze met Ronnie's. He scoffed as if I was one of the most pathetic things he'd ever seen in his life.
I averted my gaze and got into the lunch queue, my stomach growling. I hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon, when Marissa and I hung out at my house; my empty, lonely house. I walked to the lunch table and placed my bag on one of the seats before sitting down in the opposite one. I bit into the ham and cheese sandwich, glad that there was only a light layer of mayonnais
