Tully and Rivers have been at each other’s throats all weekend and it’s getting a little too much to bear. Maybe we all need a trip away or something to help us find the love again because the way things are with them right now, it’s really starting to grate on my nerves. I doubt it will be long before Noah puts two and two together. Right now, he just thinks they’re being their usual idiotic selves. If only he knew.
My eyes scan the cafeteria and I quirk a brow seeing Alyssa sitting right beside Rivers at our table with his arm over her shoulder. Noah’s eyes meet mine across the room and I can practically hear his scoff from here followed by a look that tells me not to even ask.
But where’s Tully?
I continue scanning the room as I stride towards Noah.
Ahhh, she’s over by the football team, sitting on the table as they all drool at her feet. I should have known.
This shit is getting out of hand.
I drop down beside Noah and meet Tully’s eyes, letting her know that I’m here and it’s safe to come back in case she needs a buffer. Either that or we can gang up on Alyssa and teach her the hard way to stay away from what Tully has already claimed as her own.
No. That’s maybe pushing the friendship with Rivers.
I steal the bright red, juicy looking apple from in front of Noah and take a bite before he has a chance to rescue it from my clutches. Mmmm, yeah. Just as good as I had imagined.
I lean into Noah and people watch as the world goes by around us. Tully ignores us as best as she can as I do my best to tune out the secretive murmurs coming from Rivers and Alyssa. This isn’t going to be good. Hopefully, we can get through lunch without Tully making some sort of scene, but don’t be fooled, the second school is out and we’re sheltered with privacy, shit’s going to hit the fan.
I almost feel sorry for Alyssa. She’s new. She couldn’t possibly understand what she’s just gotten herself involved in, or well, what Rivers has dragged her into. And on her first day too. Sucks to be her.
I doubt Rivers even likes her. Don’t get me wrong, she’s pretty and I’m sure he’s going to screw her anyway or at least tell Tully that he did. I can just see it now. Tully is going to go nuts with jealousy and the rage will eventually take over. She’ll tear the poor girl apart and Rivers will come out looking like the innocent one.
Yeah, it really, really sucks to be Alyssa.
I should have left her on the ground to be trampled by the masses. That would have probably been a better outcome for her as the wrath of Tully Cage is a scary thing.
I take another bite of Noah’s apple before resting my head down on the cool table. Aria had me up early again this morning, despite the fact that dad got home yesterday. It was supposed to be my sleep in day, but I guess that was wishful thinking when you live with a five year old.
My only saving grace is that dad’s picking Aria up this afternoon so I can head straight to Noah’s place and hopefully have a relaxing night with my boyfriend. You know, that’s if Tully can entertain herself for a while and not need me to rant at. Considering what’s happening right now, I have a feeling I’ll be witnessing a little more than ranting tonight.
I close my eyes, loving the serenity the darkness brings with it. Now if only I could somehow block out the noise, and transport myself to my bed, it would be absolutely perfect. Noah’s hand runs up and down my back. “You alright, Spitfire?”
“Mmm,” I sigh. “Just tired.”
“K,” he murmurs as his hand trails up from my back and starts playing in my hair, just about sending me off to sleep. “Do you want to get out of here?”
“Can’t,” I tell him. “I’ve got an exam after lunch.”
He mumbles something that’s barely audible and when he doesn’t prompt me for some kind of reply, I let it go. I hear someone drop down on the table in front of us and I do my best to tune that out too. A low voice sounds and strikes up a conversation with Noah and after his third sentence, I recognize the voice belonging to Jared Frazer, one of the seniors who actually isn’t too bad to hang out with.
Noah talks with him a while as I continue eating his apple and resting my head on the table. I can’t help but let out a relaxed sigh. This is nice. For once nobody is screaming for my attention, there’s no one currently trying to tear me down, and there are no skanky cheerleaders trying to convince my boyfriend that he’s her baby daddy. Like I said, it’s freaking nice.