Logan and Nathan are already waiting for me when my ride parks in front of the school.
“Hello boys,” I greet chirpy.
“My lady.” Logan winks at me and I smile coyly.
“Oh, please,” Nathan rolls his eyes. “Don’t tell me the two of you are going to be all giddy and stuff the whole time.”
“Whatever do you mean, brother?” I ask through narrowing eyes before we start walking to our lockers.
“It means that I’ll be able to stomach more of my lunch with a bunch of Blood Mooners than with the two of you ogling each other.”
“Speaking of blood,” Logan chimes in, “they look ready to cut you.”
“Man,” Nathan whistles, “I thought we got stared at yesterday, but it seems today will be a whole new level.”
I look at the group Logan is referring to. It is the same group I confronted yesterday. The only
