Abby’s POV
After everything that has happened, I can’t believe I am seated next to Dylan like we didn’t just have a fight, him falling out of my room through my window and his sister showing up, and then finally our moms suggesting a family dinner.
“Abby, how is Middleton high treating you?” Mrs. McClain asks steering everyone’s attention towards me.
“Uhm….” I clear my throat, “Middleton is good. The teachers have all been friendly, bringing me up to speed, as well as suggesting which subjects, I should catch up in.” I explain.
“Made any other friends?” Mr. McClain asks.
If by other he is referring to his son then yes, right now I am not even sure if Dylan can be trusted or called my friend. He is two-faced and now hiding under the pretense of protecting me by avoiding unnecessary
