Chapter 14.

Tiffany's POV

The school offered various levels of meal plans to students, but Tiffany always packed her own. Sometimes, she didn't have a taste for the svhool food, or she wasn't really in the mood for eating what they had on the menu in a particular day. And, because of her modelling dreams, sometimes sh.pon herself some dietary restrictions that would contradicted if she were to eat at the cafeteria. So, to avoid all of that, she had simply decided it would be easier to make and bring her own food.

She was currently sat with Freya and Timothy at their usual corner of the large space, her two friends immersed in conversation while Tiffany pushed her food around on her plate, pretending to eat.

"So, Frey, where were you this morning?" Timothy was asking, popping a few grapes into his mouth. "We missed you."

He made kissy faces at Freya, who frowned slightly, apparently not in the mood for jokes. "I told you not to call me that, It sounds way too close to Fred." She shuddered a bit.