"I want the full story," Thérèse muttered for what felt like the hundredth time, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at Jacqueline, who was desperately trying to slip away from her friends.
The moment Jacqueline had stepped inside, they had descended on her like a pack, cornering her right in the middle of the hall. Even now, they refused to let her escape, hemming her in near the lockers.
"Trust me, guys, he was staring at her with those ridiculous googly eyes," Gilles scoffed.
Fanny immediately frowned at him, and Jacqueline shot him the same disapproving look.
"I'll agree he acted like she belonged to him," Fanny said thoughtfully, "but his eyes were definitely not googly."
Jacqueline nodded in agreement.
"What exactly are we missing here?" Laurent asked, raising a brow.
With every question they threw at her, Jacqueline felt the knot in her chest tighten. Her nerves were beginning to fray.
She couldn't tell them everything.
