“I got it!”

  My comment snagged the boys’ attention exactly the way I’d planned, except Noah didn’t even look up from his sandwich. Liam? He didn’t bother waiting for me, let alone rescuing me from class, so I’ll deal with him later.

  That left a glaring hole: Maya was nowhere to be seen.

  “Where’s Maya?” I asked.

  Liam shrugged, as if I should’ve known everything.

  “I think she ditched campus for lunch,” Noah muttered.

  A slow, irritating heat rose in my chest. How could she? We’re all supposed to eat together. Fine, I’ll just spill my plan to the guys and fill Maya in later; she’ll never be able to say no.

  My “brilliant” scheme to catapult us to internet fame was ready to launch.

  Noah barely glanced up.

  “What if we don’t want to be internet famous? Some of us actually enjoy the shadows,” he muttered not even bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice.

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  I stared daggers at him, but I held back, after all, he’s Liam’s best friend.

  “Truth or dare?” I suggested, trying to sound casual.

  Liam looked confused. He’s cute but sometimes a little dense.

  “More like dares, and we’ll take suggestions from our followers,” I clarified.

  “Sounds terrible,” Liam said.

  “Exactly,” Noah scoffed he was rally getting on my nerves. “What if someone dares us to do something illegal or dangerous? What are we supposed to do then?”

  I rolled my eyes so hard I thought I’d see my own brain.

  “Obviously we won’t break any laws. I’m not stupid. Dares just edgy enough for views, not reckless,” I said, trying to sound reasonable.

  “Could have fooled me,” Noah sneered.

  Before I could tear into him for the disrespect, Noah stood up, gave Liam a casual nod, and said, “See you in English.”

  I glared at Liam, wondering how he could be friends with someone who treats his future fiancée like that.

  “That was rude,” I muttered.

  Liam let out a chuckle, hung his head, and muttered, “Just let it go, Chloe.”

  I stared at him, disbelief flooding me. How dare he talk to me like that? He rose, planted a kiss on my cheek, and slipped away.

  “Gotta go,” he said.

  My blood boiled, ready to explode. Had he forgotten who I was? I closed my eyes, inhaled a series of deep breaths; exactly what my therapist swears by, and forced the anger to settle. I wasn’t about to let a petty drama ruin my vibe.

  I was convinced this stunt would make us all famous. In the meantime, I’d swing by Mr.?Langford’s office and see if he will bump my grade.