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Of course he doesn’t know, I think to myself, because he doesn't know anything about me. But out loud I simply say, “It’s the only allergy I have. All the other nuts are fine. But my throat completely closes off with pecans."
"That's too bad," the girl next to me says. "My mom makes the best pecan pie."
I nod, not really knowing what to say, because I doubt that there would be an opportunity for me to try her mom's pecan pie anyway. The staff member gives the rest of the table plates and everyone starts eating.
"I want a drink," Stacy whines. Okay, maybe she doesn't whine, but that's how her voice sounds to me every time I hear it.
"Who’s stopping you?" Noah says, taking a bite of steak. “Go get a drink.”
Stacy's eyes widen in embarrassment and her face flushes.
“You are such an asshole," she spits, and he just winks at her…which makes her melt.
I should say I'm disgusted that she folded so easily after he was such a jerk, but I kind of get the magic of the wink.
At least a little bit.
She gets up from the table in search of whatever drink she’s jonesing for, and I shift uncomfortably in my chair, because Noah’s attention seems to be glued to Kyle's hand on my shoulder.
Everyone's talking around us, but Noah’s voice cuts through the conversations.
"I seem to recall us having a conversation a while back," Noah says in a soft, dangerous voice.
The girl next to me whimpers a little, like she's either terrified, or she's in heat from the sound of Noah's voice. It really could go either way.
Kyle, for his part, just lifts his chin. "It was a good chat, Fontaine. But I decided I was going to go in a different direction."
It's obvious they're talking about the conversation where Kyle ended up with a black eye. Again, I shift uneasily in my chair.
Everyone's eyes are locked on Noah right now. It's very obvious he hasn't been challenged like this very often…if at all.
"Is that so?" Noah simply responds as Stacy comes back to the table holding two glasses of punch.
She seems unaware of the tension in the air, and instead pulls a small flask from her rose gold pink clutch.
"A little something extra," she gloats as she unscrews the cap and pours a generous portion into the two cups. "Anyone else want some?"
Everyone at the table eagerly pushes their cups forward, none of them even looking to see if a teacher is watching. She adds some to every cup and then glances at me.
"Hey, stalker. Do you want some? Or will Mommy get mad at you?"
I roll my eyes exaggeratedly. "I'm good," I respond sweetly.
I glance over at Daisy who’s the reigning queen of her table with the popular kids from her class. As if sensing my stare, she glances over at me and gives me a questioning look. I see a similar flask at their table and hope Daisy will be safe tonight, because I know there's no way that she's missing out on that.
"So tell me, stalker, are you always a stick in the mud, or is that a recent thing since you moved here?"
Hearing Noah’s cruel nickname for me coming out of her lips feels like sandpaper on my skin.
Kyle stiffens beside me. "Shut up, Stacy," he snaps, and a flicker of surprise swirls inside me. Kyle definitely has some balls.
"Excuse me?" Stacy says slowly, throwing daggers at my date. “Since when did you become so pussywhipped?”
But then I'm even more surprised by what happens next.
“You heard him. Shut the fuck up," Noah drawls, knocking back some of the punch.
Stacy gapes at him, somehow shocked at what he’d said.
