- They're weird, aren't they? - she asked me when she saw that I was watching them. - I don't get the teenagers.
- I'm a teenager, if you haven't noticed yet. - I looked in her pretty blue eyes.
She was way to perfect. A real life Mary Sue. Anybody who sees us doesn't even think we're related.
I turned my head back to them and I froze on my seat. His head was turned in our direction and he was litrelly staring. Well, I was staring at them a minutes ago too but... It was not like that, okay?
He was not staring at me, anyway. His dark eyes were focused on Jamille. It wasn't an 'I like you' stare. It was more like 'My eyes are narrowed which means I suspect you for no reason' stare.
Jamille was putting on extra effort to not look at them or rather him. She picked up her black coffee and started drinking. That meant she was not comfortable because she liked drinking her drinks slowly.
- Allona, let's go home! - she grabbed her purse and stood up. I had no choice but to follow h