“Where the hell are they?” I mumbled to myself on my break period before lunch. I walked up and down the grocery aisles of Stop and Shop, the closest grocery store to Redwood Academy, to pick up lunch.
“Can I help you find something?” a college-aged brunette asked, twirling her finger around a strand of her hair.
I suppressed an eye roll and gazed down the aisle. “Pickle-flavored chips?”
“Follow me!”
“Can you just tell me where they are?” I asked, wanting to get back to class before Sakura made it there.
If Principal Vaughn caught her standing out in the hallway during lunch, he’d be talking s**t to me about her.
And after this morning’s class, I didn’t want anyone talking to or about Sakura.
anyone She was mine.
“Right this way.” When she turned around, I ran a hand over my face a
