Brooke's POV
When Dean came up to me during lunch, I couldn't stop the guilty feelings in my stomach.
"Hey gorgeous." he said sweetly, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi." I said back softly, letting him grab my hand. He led me over to our normal table, and I smiled a greeting to all those sitting there. Meg turned to me, her sandy blonde hair pushed back from her face, her hazel eyes glittering.
"So have you decided if you're going to the drama class' dinner? It's in two weeks." she said, resting her chin on her hand. Inside my head, I cringed at the thought of the dinner. Sure, it sounded fun, but there's truly only one person I'd want to go with, and that person wouldn't be able to take me without things looking suspicious.
"I don't know yet." I shrugged. "I might have other plans.
