Kiara Petro was sitting beside Faye... no, she was actually in the cafeteria, sitting at the unpopular table. When she dropped her tray on the table, the loud clatter echoed through the immediate space, and everyone there stopped talking as they stared at the girl. The sudden, awkward silence spread like a cold wave, their forks hovering mid-air while their lungs locked up in absolute confusion.
"What is she doing here?" Haley whispered to Sasha. She leaned her shoulder close, her voice barely a breath as her eyes flicked rapidly toward the uninvited girl.
Sasha made a hand gesture, meaning she had no clue.
"Did you miss something, or why are you at the wrong table?" Faye said, staring at the girl who was casually eating. Her eyes narrowed into a tight, suspicious glare, her posture locking straight as her lungs pulled in a deep, guarded breath.
