#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...