The cafeteria smelled like old fries and bad decisions.
My stomach twisted the second I pushed through the double doors, tray in my hands as every head turned. I almost turned around, I caught sight of Dave.
He didn’t say anything. He just took my tray out of my hands while he jerked his chin toward the center table, the Ruby. The one nobody touches unless they want their social life destroyed.
“Walk,” he said quietly.. “Head up Like you belong to me.” The words hit me like a match to gasoline.
I straightened my spine as I followed him. He set my tray down, then slid onto the bench and patted the spot next to him right next to him. My hip brushed his as I sat.
I dropped down on purpose, while bumping his thigh. He didn’t flinch Instead his arm came around my shoulders like it was the
