"Am I really like a saint?" Natalie puts down her sandwich that she was about to bite into and leans back in her seat. She still can't get herself to focus on anything else today since the words 'saint Natalie' decided to pop out in her head again. Thanks to the usual whispers that don't seem to stop even though it's been weeks since she and Brendan became a thing.
The cafeteria is noisy and crowded as always with students busy chatting away as they have their lunch.
With all this noise going on, she and Ava can easily chat about anything without caring that someone will overhear.
"When are you going to let that go?" Ava answers nonchalantly.
Natalie can tell that her best friend's mind is on the stack of food on her tray and that only a small fraction of her attention is on her and
