24

MIA

"Hey, girls."

"And you."

My shoulders jerked from the sound of stainless steel hitting the table, but my mind was busy disassociating to wonder why Maya was being sarcastic.

"It's been three days since we've properly spoken and you decided not to say a word about it."

"I'm sorry."

"No don't even try to —"

"Wait what, did you guys hear that?"

I assume Zoe and Chloe eagerly nod.

"She just apologized. No further arguments?"

"I always do that, what do you mean?"

"We mean how you never admit you're wrong."

"That's because I haven't been wrong, until three seconds ago."

"No, you're bad at communicating, so I usually expect an excuse. Not an apology. Oh my God, your skin is pale. You're sick."

"I'm not sick."

I rolled my eyes, unwrapping my homemade sandwich. A terrible cafeteria burger would make my stomach worse than it already was. I've had the urge to puke since history.

"She's been this way since history class, right when..."

"I saw a picture of how people hunted animals in the