Catherine's POV
Collins's brows furrowed a little as he looked at me, waiting for me to say more. His hand still rested lightly over mine on the table, the cafeteria noise fading to a dull hum around us. There was no easy way to say what I was about to say, but I couldn't back out now.
"Collins," my voice got lower than I intended. "I need a favor—"
Before I could finish, I heard Sasha's laughter from the entrance of the cafeteria. Of course.
She moved with her smuggish expression, her group of friends trailed behind her. I was still looking her way when her gaze landed on me and her smirk deepened.
"Oh, this should be fun," she murmured to her minions, loud enough for the nearest tables to hear.
I felt my shoulders tense. Collins followed my gaze, frowning. "Is she still giving you problems?"
Before I could tell him everything, Sasha was already making her way over.
My brain screamed for a solution, anything to not let her humiliate me and that's when it just slipped out.
