DIANE
"Hi."
Abigail, the friend I made last week appeared in front of me with a smile on her face.
“Hi,” I waved at her, closing my locker.
“How are you?” I asked.
“I’m fine thank you and you?” She replied.
“So…” she trailed off the minute Noah came in front of us, staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face.
I furrowed my brows in confusion. What is wrong with him and why is he staring at me like this?
“Let’s talk,” he said and the skin between my brows creased.
“Talk? About what?” I questioned.
It was surprising that he was coming to speak to me when all he has done ever since I came back was avoid me but now he wants to speak to me.
“Now,” he added and I didn’t like how he spoke to me because he sounded authoritative. What gives him the right to want to speak to
