#Chapter11 CLARA
Twenty years ago…
/"You’ve got to stop looking at him/", Bea throws a fry at me and it lands on my forehead, breaking my intense stare on Samuel. I grimace at the sight of the squishy fry that has now landed on my lap.
/"You make me sound like sound like a stalker,/" I mumble under my breath, my cheeks turning red. I didn’t think I was that obvious and it seems like everyone knows about it.
/"You couldn’t have been more obvious,/" I shriek at the slight pinch at my side and find a grinning Mona at my side, carrying her lunch tray with a single hand. I scowl at her and she winks at me. My cheeks burn more and I struggle to hide beneath the cafeteria bench to escape everyone’s teasing eyes. Bea snickers at my expression and I throw her a murderous glance.
