Catherine's POV
Collins wasn't in school today. He'd texted me earlier that morning saying he had something to do, something vague, so I was on my own today.
I'd just picked up a tray of food from the cafeteria and was scanning for an empty table when someone slammed into me.
The impact jolted my arm, and I almost dropped my tray. My first instinct was to apologize, but before I could say a word, the girl turned around, glaring at me like I'd murdered her puppy.
"Watch where you're going," she snapped.
I blinked. "Excuse me? You're the one who bumped into me."
A few gossips nearby stopped talking, their eyes turning toward us like they were waiting for entertainment.
The girl folded her arms, a nasty little smile forming on her lips. "Apologize."
"Not happening."
She looked shocked, maybe even offended that I didn't immediately fold. I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction, not with everyone already watching. I was tired of being small just to make others feel big.
