The next morning, Trey and Holly sat across the room from each other, debating what to do about the lunch.
“I wanna to sit with my friends. I haven’t seen them since the beginning of semester.” Holly stated, glaring at Trey.
“And I want to be with my guys. But we can’t always get what we want.” Trey snapped, glaring back. “And we are not going to fight over this with a staring contest. Agreed?”
“Agreed. How are we going to solve this?” She was rubbing her forehead, something she had been doing a lot lately.
“First off, you’re going to put on a huge hoodie. Then we decide.”
She ignored the comment about hiding her neck, though that was another issue. “It would be weird to sit with my friends because they’re all in love with you. They just don’t know how much of a pain in the ass you are.” She smiled sweetly. “We should sit there.”
“Naw, I don’t want a bunch of girls drooling over me at lunch. I want to eat.”
“Says the pig that stuffs his face.”
“Yes. That’s right.” He laughed to himself.