She wants to be friends

BELLA

Something strange happened two days ago, one that made me backtrack, wondering if I had imagined it. Imelda, who has never spoken gently with me, the lady who hated my guts for no reason, stopped me on my way to lunch. I expected her to start her normal talks, to accuse me of what I didn't do, but she did none of that.

The shocking thing was, she asked to be friends. Yup. Imelda, the bitch with a capital B, asked me to be friends with her. If that wasn't stunning enough, she bought lunch for me yesterday. Though I didn't eat it.

Chris believed she had something up her sleeve, same with Blue. Fred only ordered me to be careful. None of them trusted her reversal of character, and neither did I. It was unusual for someone who had always been on my neck, to change. It was almost as if she had an ulterior motive.

I was called back to the present by a ding from my phone. Frowning, I raised it, blushing when I read the message. The heat started from my neck and spread over my face.