The air was thick with tension as all eyes turned to me. Cami raised her brows as she stared at me, and I noticed the smirk on Lindsay's face.
Maybe if I threw her over the roof and she landed on the hard concrete, the smirk would disappear replacing by the perfect view of her brain…if she had one.
"What's she talking about?" Cami asked.
"The first time I met Aria, she was dressed in a plaid T-shirt and worn-out jeans," Lindsay said and leaned in closer.
"Something I wouldn't be caught dead wearing," she added, erupting giggles from the girls.
I remembered that shirt. It was my favorite shirt; I wore that thing for years. If she thought that was going to embarrass me, then she had another thing coming.
"I was sad for her, she looked so…unkempt and homeless," she paused. "Which she was, because she was kicked out of her dorm and had nowhere to go."
Her gaze settled on me as her smirk grew wider. "So, I did the best thing anyone in my shoes could do…I took her in."
