“What the fuck?!”
I frowned, turning to look down the hall to where the sound was coming from. My eyes zeroed in on Jesse, behind Ceirra, who had his arms wrapped around her.
Ah, Brit. Of course.
Well, with Brit, things were bound to get dramatic. I had to admit I did feel a little sorry for her. She did, after all, have a crush on Jesse, but I thought the reaction was a little over the top. Plus, it attracted unwanted attention to the fact the Jesse and Ceirra were now… dating, making out, or whatever they were doing. I wondered how many times they’d be asked today if they were ‘together.’ I shuddered. Poor souls.
Jesse looked mad. His forehead was puckered deeply, his lips moving in short harsh movements as he spoke. I wondered what he was saying.
“But she’s emo!” I had no difficulty hearing Brit.
Ceirra was blushing furiously, clearly not enjoying being the center of attention. She pushed her way out of Jesse’s arms and hurried around the corner.
“No! Ceirra, wait!” Jesse ran after her.