Clara's POV
Staying mad at two people was difficult. I'm not used to holding grudges. My stomach betrayed me by growling. Seeing all the food on the table wasn't making things easy. Luck no one heard.
I'm also not used to not speaking to everyone like this.
The ten minutes I planned to stay here turned into twenty. By then, my stomach had decided to turn against me. I poured a glass of water for myself to try and ease the hunger.
I didn't want to eat in front of him. That would mean he had won, and I couldn't allow that. It was unsettling enough to have him think that he could run my life now.
"Thank you, Jenna," Derek answered as he refilled his glass with her homemade orange juice recipe.
He was on a first-name basis; I've never gotten there, not even as a practical joke. It was an
