Of course it has.
Small town.
Catholic school.
Scandal.
It's basically gossip gasoline.
I push my chicken salad stuffed avocado around my plate and pretend I'm not sitting in the center of a fishbowl.
A whisper starts near the coffee station.
A glance.
A laugh.
Someone looks away too quickly.
My stomach twists.
I hate this.
Not because of me.
Because of the school.
Because this is exactly what Joel Jonas wanted.
Bad publicity.
Drama.
Chaos.
And apparently he got it.
“Move over.”
I look up.
Sabrina drops into the chair beside me.
Immediately.
Like she was afraid I'd tell her no.
A second later Sister Agnes sits down too.
I nearly cry.
Actually cry.
Because suddenly I'm not sitting alone anymore.
“I'm not hungry,” I mumble.
“Good.”
