Fat Noah?

Star's POV
My gymnastics tornament was today at 12 in the afternoon. I was in the cuisine eating breakfast. It was 8 o'clock in the morning. My breakfast today was pomme cinnamon oatmeal. To my surprise, eating oatmeal at a slow pace made it even plus lumpy than usual. I put my spoon down in my bowl and stared at my lumpy bowl of now cold oatmeal. "Sweetheart, toi got to eat for the tornament", a dit my mom coming to sit suivant to me at the cuisine table.

"I'm too disappointed to eat, Mom."

"I know toi were looking foward to that date, honey. But you'll have other dates."

"But not with him."

"Tell...

Star's POV
We unboarded the bus and walked the rest of the way to the mall, which was exactly one block. We kept talking. I said, "Hey. Do toi want to hear a bad joke?"

"Sure. I l’amour bad jokes", he a dit sarcastically.

I chuckled. "Ok. So what's the only fleur who doesn't get any sleep at night?"

"I don't know. What?" He sounded plus interested.

"The daisy." He looked at me for a few minutes. Just staring at me, not saying anything. I wondered what he was staring at. I instantly thought I had some of my protein bar in my teeth. We stopped walking due to a red light. Why is he still staring at me,...