Hope
"Should I order lunch in here or do you want to eat in the kitchen?" he asks not looking at me.
"I had lunch at school I'll wait for dinner...but if you're hungry...." He's still not looking at me
" With who?" I don't answer him but ask a question of my own,
"What's wrong...why aren't you looking at me?"
He looks at me "Answer the question" he says in a low voice that makes my insides quiver.
"I had lunch with your sister and our friends" I'm now glaring at him. "I know who came to the borders last night." I tell him.
"And how do you know that?" I pause for a few seconds
"He told me" I answer truthfully.
"How long have you been friends with him?"
"We're not really friends, I guess....we don't hang out or anything" He's still looking at me with those piercin
