Morning arrived way too soon and Jeff and I dragged our tired asses downstairs. Delicious scents filled the air as his mom pulled a tray of cinnamon rolls from the oven.
“Right on time.” She set the tray on the stove. “Let me get the icing and they’ll be ready to eat.” She flashed a smile at me. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah—I mean, yes.”
“Well, don’t worry about today. You guys stick together, and if anyone harasses or bullies either of you, don’t be afraid to let the principal know.”
My eyes widened. I shot a glance at Jeff as he pulled orange juice from the fridge. He gave me a sheepish grin and shrugged. He had told his mom about me. And she clearly knew about Jeff.
“Um, okay.” I set glasses on the table before getting plates. It felt normal to have breakfast here. I’d done it so many times
