Gianna
Sunday went by faster than I wanted. One second I was waking up, telling myself I’d be productive, and the next I was wrapped in a blanket, switching between movies and half-heartedly studying. The maids brought food to my room—breakfast, lunch, and dinner—which made me feel slightly guilty. I wasn’t the type to take advantage of people just because they were paid to help… but I also really didn’t feel like leaving my room. So I didn’t.
Monday showed up uninvited.
Next thing I knew, I was sitting in class, listening to Mr. James rant about how his ex-wife “never appreciated good literature.” Typical.
“Hey beautiful,” Cole said as he slid into the empty seat on my right. Rue, on my left, shot me the look—eyebrows raised, that teasing glint in her eyes. I rolled mine.
“Hi, Cole.”
