Page 273 of The Blairville Legacies

Familiar. If Adrian's menacing appearance on campus and the way he had interacted with me had lookedfamiliarto her, then maybe she should get her eyes lasered next instead of investing in her fake lips.

“I'm sorry, but I have nothing to do with these rich people,” I laughed and tried to pass her, but she pushed in front of me and held out a business card.

I took it with a sigh.

“If you change your mind,” she said. “I'm always available.”

Then she turned away from me and strode back to the diner.

I shook my head and threw the card in the nearest trash can.

Thelastthing I was going to do was let the reporter Mady had warned me about squeeze anything out of me.

When I entered the diner, the smell of deep-fried golden-brown fries immediately hit my nose. Only now did I realize that I hadn't had a chance to eat anything all day.I was starving.

That's what it was like when you took your studies seriously. School had never been my thing, but I had known that things would be better at university, and indeed they were.

I realized I was being stared at by a group of young men I was all too familiar with. The Copeland gang.Of course,they were here too.

Nash seemed distracted by a conversation with his handsome dark-skinned friend. But the light brunette muscleman in his group seemed to be eyeing me.

I turned to the other side, where I spotted Julie and Bay in a seating area. They seemed to have been waiting for me here for a while.

As I walked over to them, I could feel Nash's friend's gaze clearly on my back, maybe a little further down, but when I glanced at him as I sat down, he had already turned back to Nash and the other five guys.

“You're already here...” I said apologetically, knowing I was the one who was late.

“It'salreadyten minutes past four,” Bay cleared her throat and leaned back.

Good, at least she didn't seem as dead as she did on Monday.

“Yeah, yeah,grumpy,” I said with a grin and reached into her bag of fries. She even pushed it toward me, and I looked at her in surprise.

That behavior was untypical for my foodie best friend.

“You should eat something yourself,” Julie said with concern and pushed the bag of fries back to Bay, who sank further into the comfortable seat.

Normally, Bay ate like a barn thrasher.

“I don't know. My appetite is gone,” was all she said.

That didn't sound like herat all. Just a few days ago, I thought she had become thinner. Apparently, I wasn't mistaken.

“What's wrong with you?” I asked.

She looked up at me briefly as if she wanted to say something, but didn't.

“Are you still taking your medication?” I tried again and got a shake of her head in response.

I sighed and leaned back with my arms crossed.

“And then I'm still surprised when you just faint like that.”

I brushed one of my long strands of hair behind my ear.

If there wasone thingDiana Adams and I agreed on, it was those stupid pills that Bay simply refused to take on principle.

“What medication?” Julie asked.

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