Wish
Before I can say anything, another tray slams besides Jesse’s, and Veronica’s syrupy sweet voice speaks up, “Neither did I? Do you really want to sit here with these Zeroes, Jesse? You’re one of the top students here. Hanging around these classless idiots isn’t going to reflect well on you.”
Beth’s fork clutters in her plate, and I can see the color leech from her face as she recognizes Veronica from our first night on the island. Anger floods me as I grab her hand from under the table, squeezing it, and then sneering at Veronica, “You sure seem to care a lot about what people say about Jesse? What are you, his mother?” I peer closely at her before blinking, my tone mocking, “Well, consideri