Bad Liar
Lauren Jacksonour 30 minute sessionsa story about buying a classmate once a weeki've been sitting in the cornerthe weird senior in the seat next to me
He runs his fingers across his mouth.
"Thanks for another fun evening, Isobel. Call me?" he grins, before loping off into the darkness.
No one follows him as all eyes are on me.
"Samara," I say to her slowly, my eyebrows furrowing. "What...?"
"The one person, Isobel," she shrieks. "What, Miles, Bentley and Alec aren't enough for you? You're getting a real name for yourself."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I demand. I'm hurt that she would throw that in my face like that.