“You guys are haters,” she mutters, rolling her eyes before turning back to me. “So, dinner with us? Or are you ditching again?”
I tilt my head toward Aaron, who’s pacing at the far end of backstage like a stressed parent. “Unfortunately, drama club dinners are now mandatory. So yeah. I’m trapped.”
Her shoulders slump. “So no fun for me tonight.”
“Same,” I mutter.
Drama club always does these post-play dinners, but they used to be optional. I have no idea who convinced Aaron to make them mandatory. Not that it’s terrible because of free food, and the chaotic energy but right now, I’d rather collapse into my bed and not speak to another human for at least twelve hours. I already burned through all my emotional fuel crying on stage.
“It looks like we’re done here, so I’m heading out,” J
