Kiera's POV
You could hear a pin drop. They stared at me in shock and I stared back aghast. What in god's name was I to do now?
At Littlerock high school, we had some unwritten rules as well. For example, everyone knew that the best table right in the middle of the cafeteria only belonged to the soccer players and their darling cheerleaders. Even if for some unforeseen reason -like when the coach lost his mind and made the soccer team practice an entire afternoon- no one in the entire school would dare brush their hands against the table let alone be brave enough to sit down there. It would seem the same is true for St. Patrick. In my school, making a level 3 faux pas like that made you the number one target of all the bullies in school aka the jocks, their cheerleader girlfriends and a
