Chapter 13

Reilley's POV "What the hell are you doing in here?" I asked bitterly. He gave me an innocent look that almost made me puke myself. "This is our table. Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" he replied sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. Oh yeah, I almost forgot that he's friends with my friends. "You're here?" I looked at the person he's referring to and my face brightens when I saw Trevor. "Good morning!" he greeted to everyone. He looked at me and smiled. "Wow! It's nice to see you sitting with us in here. May I have that seat beside you?" he asked. I was about to open my mouth and say yes when I felt a foot kicking me under the table. I glared at Deavon. "No. This bench is too small for the two of us," Deavon answered. My eyes grew big. What the hell does he think he is to answer a question that is meant for me? "Right, Reilley?" He looked directly in my eyes. There it goes again. This freaking bees are flying inside me again. "Yeah. This bench is too small for the three for us so,