#Chapter130
-Forget-01
Awkward.
That is the best word to describe this lunch.
Our mothers appear to be completely clueless to the tension between Aurelia and I as they converse about parent things.
Isabella and Haley are whispering about who knows what.
I am absentmindedly playing with my salad since I am not really hungry and I am not in the right headspace to talk to the black haired girl beside me.
I feel like I may freak out on the girl and blame her rather than congratulate her.
I do not want to blame anyone for anything.
If I do end up blaming someone, then it should be myself for falling for her.
I feel someone harshly elbow me in the side causing me to jump in my seat, dropping my metal fork on the table in the process.
I look around the table only to notice that everyone is staring at me expectantly.
Shit.
/"What?/" I ask with furrowed brows
