XYRA'S POV
I was relieved that lunch had ended. The classroom decorum was a huge difference from that of the cafeteria. And it was just what I needed at that moment. Less noise. Less Astor. Less Clara. I needed to see less of all three.
I slumped in my chair, pulled out my notebook, and let out an exhausted sigh. I flipped the page open, pretending to decipher the squiggles in my notebook while I kept replaying the events at the cafeteria. The memory danced behind my eyelids. Astor. Clara. The necklace. Ugh!
Suddenly, my notebook was invaded by a shadow. I looked up to meet Astor's sheepish grin. "Hey!” He said, pushing a strand of hair out of his eyes.
What boyish handsomeness! I thought.
Even in my present state, I couldn't help but ogle at him. But right now, I had to contain t
