“Yes,” I answered.
She had two friends beside her and they were narrowing their angry looking eyes at me, too.
“I hear things are hot and heavy between you and Ason,” Tara announces loudly.
Her voice carries through the cafeteria and the few people who hadn’t been paying attention to us, now were.
She laughs a little and places one hand on her hip. The other is holding an ice-coffee. I wish now, that I had noticed that small detail before.
“Umm...” I ramble on, unsure of how to respond. Without Ason with me, I’m not as confident.
“Well, I think it’s time that you cool off,” she yells out, throwing her full ice-coffee all over me.
Screaming, I jump back, knocking into a girl behind me who had just received her tray filled with a salad and drink. She stumbles and drops her tray, a loud bang radiating through the room.
“Look what you did,” the girl screams out, throwing her hands up in the air.
Tears burn my eyes and my vision is blurry as I stare at the scene before me. The brown coffee drips off my white, button-down shirt and drenches my skirt and black ballerina shoes. The ice and coldness of the drink freezes my skin and all I can think about is getting out of here as quicky as I can. People start to laugh and point and just when I think it can’t get any worse, Tara leans in and whispers in my ear, “Watch out, bitch. Ason is supposed to be mine. You are a nobody.”
I can’t take it anymore and I begin running, pushing past the people who have crowded around us, their phones out as they record the most embarrassing moment of my life.
As I sprint out of the cafeteria, the laughter and taunts follow me down the hallway. It’s when I hear Ason’s frantic voice calling after me that I finally break and fall to my knees in the middle of the hallway.