Micah
“Go ahead, taste it!" Reece insists, holding her fork full of food up to my face for the fifth time, and I want to shove it into hers.
“I told you, I'd rather not," I tell her, leaning back in my chair so far, I'm afraid it will fall over.
“Micah!" she says before she lets out another loud ripple of laughter.
My nails dig into the table. Why didn't I bring earplugs?
She finally withdraws her fork, and she is about to start eating again when there's a commotion behind us. I turn to see Zariah's friend Greg leaving and she's following him. She looks incredible–but she's upset, and I immediately feel myself getting up out of my chair, wanting to get up and go to her, to help her.
But I can't do that. If I do, everyone will assume that there's a reason I'm chasing after her, and I
