As they approached the table, all conversation stopped. Their classmates craned their necks and stared at Isabel. Isabel gripped her drink and hoped she wasn't blushing.
"But who is she?" a boy finally whispered to his friend.
"I'm not sure, but I think that's Isabel," his friend replied.
"No way," another guy whispered. "She's way hotter."
Janet lifted her head and stared at Isabel in disbelief and hatred. Isabel smiled politely and gave a small, fake wave to her cousin. Slowly, Janet's face froze in a terrifying, fake grin.
"Isabel, you're late," Janet shouted. "Come sit next to me."
Isabel watched as Janet elbowed a redheaded girl next to her and the girl got up, leaving an empty seat. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Isabel took the seat and put her glass of tonic water o
