BELLA
As I raised a forkful of food to my mouth, I caught Xavier watching me with a weird look. I let out a chortle. “What?”
He shrugged casually and continued eating. Something was definitely on his mind. “Tell me.” I urged, but he didn’t budge.
Frustrated, I reached forward, pulling the fork out of his grip. “Hey!” He retorted.
Just then, a curly headed Latina walked past our table, staring at me with disdain. Did I know her? In my distraction, Xavier took his fork back, a smile threatening to split his face in half.
“Who’s that?” I asked, nudging my head in the direction of the curly haired woman. Xavier turned in her direction and his smile instantly disappeared.
“Oh,” his voice dropped, slightly above a whisper. “Nobody important.” He replied, turning away from her
