Get it together, Alana.
“I’ll take whatever you want to wear, Ally-Bear. You taste way better anyway.”
My hands instantly slapped to my face, hiding it from everyone’s view. More importantly,Iwanted to hide from everyone.
I wasn’t exactly sure who else heard him, but he wasn’t speaking quietly either. I didn’t want to find out, to be honest.
“Oh, God,” I mumbled.
I had to get out of here. Now.
A million escape plans shot into my mind, but before I could act on any of them, a loud sound interrupted me.
Startled, I whipped my hands away from my face, only to see Asiya standing up and her tray, including her lunch, lying all over the floor. Her eyes were blazed with fury as she shook her head at me.
“Now, look what you did!” Asiya shouted, glaring daggers at me.
What?
WhatIdid?
My hands were on my fucking body. I wasn’t even anywhere close to her stupid tray.
The cafeteria fell into a hushed silence, all eyes on us. I could feel the weight of their stares, the tension in the air.
Even though nobody was talking, I could hear their judgment. I could hear the insults.
They were making fun of me. They always did.
How could she do this to me?
Asiya was mad, I gathered that, but she never did anything to humiliate me before.
Did she do this on purpose to gain attention? She knew I hated attention.
Asiya’s jaw clenched, her chest heaving with anger as she pointed an accusatory finger at me.
“This is all your fault, Alana!” she spat. “You’re such a bi?—”
“What is wrong with you?” Kaan asked, covering his sister’s mouth from behind before any more words could make it past her lips.
Was it bad that I enjoyed seeing the way her eyes filled with panic as soon as she realized her brother witnessed her outburst?
Kaan pulled Asiya back, his grip on her arm looking firm but not harsh enough to hurt her. He shot Eden a questioning look but didn’t say a word. Eden shrugged in return.
What the fuck just happened?
36
ALANA
“She could’ve simply missed her best friend, you know?” Eden said carefully, about to pick up my plate but I swatted his hand away before he could take it.
“You cooked, so it’s only fair I do the dishes,” I explained when he looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression. I picked up both plates and made my way over to the sink.
Honestly, I couldn’t believe this was the first time Eden had cooked for us since we started our deal. Usually, when we’d met up, both of us had already eaten, or we picked something up on our way to whoever’s place. Guess today was different.
And I couldn’t believe I was saying this, but this guy really knew how to cook. I’d never eaten more expensive-tasting homemade pasta before. I was sure half of the ingredients he used, I’d never even heard of before, and I always used to think of myself as a great cook.
