Hailey’s POV.
“Stupid, freaking, insufferable, top-class cow!” Nate hisses over his shoulder at Valerie, who shoots us a saccharine-sweet smile from her table in the center of the cafeteria. “One day, I swear—”
“Nate, it’s okay. Leave it, please.” I press four fingers to my temple and sigh. “She’ll get back what she dishes out. Eventually.”
“And when will that be?” he snaps as Celeste grabs his arm, guiding him toward the cafeteria exit, with Ariah and me trailing behind. “When she’s old and shriveled up like a prune?”
“That would be karma,” Celeste snickers. “She’s so self-obsessed.”
“I mean, it’s just juice,” I say, despite my pride being a bit bruised. Nate stops dead in his tracks and gives me that signature look of his—the one that screams, ‘Oh yeah?’—it’s when I know he’s not le
