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Leaning back on the plush seat, the red leather seat sticks to my skin. I run my fingertip over the rugged wood table, silently humming to the soft flow of music filling the packed diner. I'm surprised at how many people occupy the seats in the diner, it's a f**k load more than what I was expecting. Skimming my gaze over the heads of strangers, enjoying their breakfast, my jaw sets into a tense clench when the annoying blonde sitting a table away from me, smirks. She's so smug, shooting me glances occasionally, and whenever I catch her eye, she smiles at me as if she knows something I don't. I'm seconds away from lunging toward f*****g Julie and ripping out her dyed blonde hair. What the f**k is she so smug about ?
"So, tell me about school? How's it going?" My question is dire
