Sloane didn't look to see if Cammie stuck around after her non-answer as she'd crossed her arms over her books on the table and put her head down. She wasn't going to cry about it. She. Was. Not.

Then he was talking again and clearly he was still there. "There's nothing I can do about but pout until I get over it." Sloane didn't even bother to lift her head to mumble her excuses.

"Thanks though." This time she at least looked up a little to smile halfheartedly at him before putting her head back down on her forearms.