As we left the training grounds and headed toward the cafeteria, I noticed Lise had been unusually quiet, trailing just behind me with her arms crossed and a faint frown on her face. It was so unlike her that I had to slow down, glancing back over my shoulder to catch her eye.
"You okay, Lise?" I asked, giving her a curious look. "You've been really quiet ever since Rowan and his gang started fawning over me. Did something happen?"
Her expression hardened, and she looked away, a flush creeping up her neck. "Nothing," she muttered, her voice tight. But the way she said it made me more suspicious.
"Are you sure? Because it seems like—"
"I'm fine," she cut me off, but the pout on her face told a different story.
Oh, so that's what this was about.
