Blair's POV
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, stopping at our table with her hands balled tightly against her hips.
"Sitting with these... people?"
"These people?" Marcus repeated, everything from his voice to his expression giving off confusion. "You mean my friends?"
"Friends?" Cassie scoffed, rolling her eyes and gagging like she couldn't bring herself to believe the concept of him having friends.
"Marcus, you're the Sheriff's brother. You have a reputation to maintain. You can't sit with just anybody and—" her eyes landed on me with particular tremor, "—and whatever Blair Conserto is."
"Excuse me?" I said, anger immediately flaring hot in my chest.
"You heard me," Cassie said, turning her full attention to me now. "Everyone knows you only got into this school beca
