The Billings tables were quiet. No animated conversation, no going over homework and paging through magazines. Everyone was staring at their food, not even acknowledging one another. I hesitated—told myself that we were all tired after sneaking back to our dorms at almost 2 a.m. That they weren’t angry or disgruntled about the emotional roller coaster of the night before. But it was difficult to believe.“Hey, Reed.”Sawyer startled me so badly my tray almost tipped.“Sorry,” he said, grimacing as I saved my bowl from going over the edge. Compared to how I felt, he looked insanely awake and happy, his eyes bright and his smile even brighter. He wore a green sweater under his coat and his dark blond hair fell forward over his forehead.“S’okay,” I said.“Wanna sit together?” he asked, tilting his head toward an empty table.I brightened instantly. An excuse for avoiding the obviously depressing vibe at my table, which might just be focused on me? “Sure,” I said.As I slid into a seat across from Sawyer I kept my eyes on the Billings Girls.
