I take a Jell-O cup. “The lunchroom is where we eat.”
“Everyone’s looking at us.”
“It’s because you have a better ass than me, that’s why.”
A laugh escapes him, but he quickly diffuses it, probably because he’s not sure if he can trust me. I don’t blame him.
We load up our trays with chips, mac and cheese, and brownies. I also get a soda, because fuck it, I’m hungry, and I want to drink some calories today.
After we pay, I walk over to a round table and glance back, making sure he’s following me.
His eyes dart left and right, carrying his tray and backpack, and he’s probably nervous as he
ll. After all, I can’t remember the last time I spotted him in here, and everyone is looking at us.
I keep my eyes forward and set my tray down, having a seat. He quickly slides into a chair on the other side of the table, and even though the hairs on my skin are standing on end and I’m aware of every damn person in here, I inhale a deep breath and give him a reassuring smile.
“See?” I brag, opening my Coke. “It’s getting better already.”
But then something smashes down in front of me, my food splatters, and I gasp, instantly stilling as mac and cheese hits my arm and hair.
What the…?
“Whoa!” Howls sound off across the room, followed by laughter, and I know it’s coming from my old table. People around us take notice and start laughing, a few taking out their phones to take a pic.
I sit there, frozen.
I look up, seeing a fat, cheesy noodle dangling from my hair over my forehead, and I lock eyes with Manny as he reaches over and picks up the red apple that had come crashing into my tray. He stares at me, looking surprised, but then his eyes shoot up to the noodle, and he snorts.
“Hey,” I snap. This isn’t funny!
But he’s smiling anyway, shaking with laughter.
I roll my eyes, feeling my stomach tighten into a knot, but I set my drink down and pluck the noodle out of my hair. Grabbing a napkin, I start to clean off my arm where thick cheese is sticking to my skin.
“Hey,” a male voice says.
I look up, seeing J.D. pull out a seat. He grabs the apple away from Manny and flings it across the cafeteria, back to where it came from. I don’t look, but I hear a crash and squeals.
“What are you doing?” I ask, watching him lean back in the seat, relaxing.
He shrugs, taking my Coke and unscrewing the cap. “Well, when your girl screws your best friend, it’s time for a new girl and a new best friend, I guess.”
“We like you more, anyway,” someone else says.
I turn my head to see Ten taking a seat next to Manny. He looks over at the kid. “Hi.”
Manny sits slumped, suddenly appearing frightened to even look at anyone. “Hi,” he mumbles.
J.D. takes a sip of my soda.
“When did you know?” I ask him. I’m sure Misha wouldn’t have told him.
“Slightly before I wrote the message on the lawn, outing her.”
I shoot my eyebrows up, and Ten stares at him, shocked. “That was you?” I shoot out.
Holy shit. If he knew then, how did he just stand by and play dumb around them this whole time?