Nicole’s POV
I was just stepping out of the cafeteria, l had just returned my tray, my mind was on the class I was about to attend, when arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind.
I froze for half a second, then I sighed. I knew that scent anywhere.
“Nicoleeeeee,” Zara sang into my ear.
I closed my eyes. “Zara. Please don’t start.”
She tightened the hug. “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”
I turned in her arms to face her. Zara’s face was already scrunched up in that dramatic way she used when she knew she was wrong, her eyes big and with pouting lips. She clasped her hands like she was praying for forgiveness.
I folded my arms. “Move. I’m late for class.”
She stepped directly in front of me, blocking my path. “No.”
“Zara—”
“Nope,” she said firmly. “You’re not going anywhere
