XYRA
We arrived at the cafeteria, walking in comfortable silence, but it felt like I had my own fan club waiting for me. This group consisted of Marcello, Noah, and Rome. As I scanned the faces in the crowd, I realized it was Astor's fan club, not mine. I continued walking, ignoring their crew, and headed for the food servers. I was hungry and needed to eat.
I scooped up enough spaghetti to feed a small army, then turned, holding my tray as I scanned for an empty seat. The whole school still seemed to be on Diane's side, so I braved hateful glares and mocking whispers as I searched for a place to sit. Maybe I should have swallowed my pride and stayed with the guys; at least I might have found a seat.
"Hey, Xyra," I heard someone call out. I turned to see it was Stephanie.
"Come on over
