Amanda
The cafeteria was buzzing with its usual chaos—shouts from the lacrosse team, chatter from gossiping girls, and the endless clattering of trays and utensils. It was almost enough to distract me from the heavy tension coiling between the four of us at the corner table. Almost.
I stared at my tray, pushing a piece of grilled chicken around aimlessly as Blaze’s knee bumped against mine under the table. It was a small touch, barely noticeable to anyone else, but it sent sparks skittering up my leg. We’d been like this since we got here—little touches, quick glances, our own silent conversation no one else seemed to catch.
I could feel Colt’s eyes on me, his brow furrowed as he shoved a fry into his mouth. He’d been watching us for the past ten minutes like he was trying to solve a p
