Viola POV.

Once we reached the bustling cafeteria, the air thick with chatter and food smells, some of the football players threw me these weird, side-eye looks.

Sizing me up like I was an intruder.

"What's with the stares? Like they've never seen me before," I whispered to Joe.

Some of them seemed weirded out or bothered to see me back after my long absence.

Muttering things like, "She's really here again? Thought she bailed for good."

And others were straight-up jealous, eyeing me ...