"Are you sure, he's the one?" I asked Beatrice again as we went to our lunch table.

"Yeah, who else could have paid the money?" Beatrice asked eating her macaroni.

I glanced towards his table and saw Lucas manipulating his phone as Jenny sat close to him talking.

He didn't give me his terrifying looks that always bore holes into my skin.

"What if it's not him, and even if it's him I'm not accepting his money," I sneered stuffing the chips into my mouth.

I stole glances at Lucas but his ...