We reached the cafeteria before I could come up with something to say. As soon as she opened the door, the smells of breakfast reached me. My stomach rumbled so loud that a few people at the closest table chuckled.
My face heated. “Apparently I’m hungry,” I said, trying to laugh it off.
Meredith’s smile was back. “Me too. Let’s get some grub.”
The amount of food was intense—eggs, bacon, pancakes, French toast, bagels, croissants, anything and everything. The man at the grill station had to be a Were. He moved so fast I could barely track him as he took orders for omelets and crepes and noodles.
I piled my plate up quickly. As we walked to a table, people were quieter than they had been at dinner, focused more on eating than chatting. Thank God not everyone was as peppy in the morning as Meredith. She took forever to get up, but once Meredith finally got out of bed, she was all sunshine and rainbows.
On my way to the table, an elbow jabbed my side. I turned to see what the deal was just in time to get shoulder checked by La Bitch. I barely registered the brush of her skin against mine before I got sucked in.
Look at this short slut. There’s no way he’s going to dump me for her. Not a chance in hell.
Was that a vision?
I shoved away the stabbing pain in my heart at the thought that Dastien would choose this girl over me. Instead, I’d focus on the fact that my visions might be coming back. The relief was tangible. Now, if only I could get this girl to back off. “Excuse me?” I didn’t care how rude I sounded. Having a little bit of my own normalcy back was enough to make me confident.
“Move out of the way.” La Bitch moved to shove me, but I sidestepped in time, and managed to keep my plate from slipping off the tray. Go me.
The girl’s face reddened. She leaned into my space. “Listen, whore,” she whispered. “I don’t know what you did to my Dastien, but you better stay far away from us.”
I met her stare. “I really don’t give a shit about you or your cheating boyfriend. You need to back off before you start something you’re going to regret.” We stood there frozen. Somehow it turned into a third grade staring contest, and I wouldn’t look away first.
Time stopped as I waited for her to look away. As soon as she did, I smiled, and it wasn’t in the least bit nice. “Leave,” I said. “Now.”
She spun, stomping her feet like a child.