"She's smiling again." Taylor drawled.
"Did something happen yesterday?" Lucy furrowed her eyebrows as she brought her face closer to mine as if to read my expression.
Jerking my face away from her, I scowled at them for interrupting my daydreaming. I may or may not have been reminiscing about my night with Troye. I felt the corners of my lips rising as I thought about how amazing and full of life I had felt with Troye last night. I had yet to tell the girls. The problem was, I didn't know how to break the news, without causing them to die due to loss of oxygen.
"She's doing it again. Something is definitely up." Allison spoke.
"Doing what?" I snapped, getting irritated. Lucy was still too close to my face for my liking and, Allison and Taylor were staring at me with the same smug look.
"Smiling like Fransisco Lachowski just kissed you." Taylor smirked and I rolled my eyes.
"Go away." I grumbled.
"Sorry Mavis." Lucy gave me a lopsided grin and gently bumped my shoulder.
"She's hiding something from us." Allison frowned.
"I'm smiling because I can." I snapped. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Nope. We just want to know why you're zoning out every two seconds, looking like the Cheshire cat." Taylor interjected.
"Did you and Troye do it last night?" Lucy asked, her voice dripping with enthusiasm.
"No!"
"Okaaaay. Did you both fondle each other?"
"Oh my God, Lucy, no!" I tried to hide my embarrassment while Allison and Taylor had laughing fits.
"You didn't touch Troye Junior?" She asked. "Not even a little poke? Not even by accident?"
"Lucy, no. Shut up!" I hissed.
"Not even a teeny tiny poke? A peek at least?"
I stared at her in horror. By this point, Taylor was on the ground in the middle of the hallway, slapping her knee like a maniac and Allison was leaning against the lockers, clutching her stomach, as she laughed, tears escaping from the corners of her eyes. People were starting to give us weird looks.
I glared at them and went back to taking books out of my locker, trying to keep myself calm, when Jacob and Troye walked up to us. My heart fluttered a little at the sight of the brown haired boy and tried not to drool over him, quickly averting my gaze.
"Is it normal for Taylor to be.. uh, like this?" Jacob stared at her with confusion.
"Hey guys." Taylor greeted them, still sprawled out on the floor, and then looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Troye, how was your date last night?" She asked him, and I felt my face heat up. "Mavis hasn't told us anything. Did you not satisfy her?"
I was shooting daggers at her when Troye looked at me and slightly raised his eyebrows. He seemed to read my expression as a slight smile played across his lips.
"We should all head to class." Troye spoke casually, ignoring Taylor's horrifying question. As if on cue, the bell rang and Lucy scowled at me.
I hurried away to Math class, not wasting another minute with these animals.
