Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
This is what I’m letting her do to me. I’m letting her poison me against my best friend. I need to remember I have power in this situation. But it’s practically impossible when she’s sitting there across from me, reminding me of everything I thought was possible and everything she truly took away from me. I haven’t been able to trust a girl since that threat she gave me. Ever since, it’s been critical that I am the one in control. I call the shots, and I don’t let feelings get in the way.
Still, as I start eating and do everything I can to ignore the conversation going on, I can’t help but wonder if there’s any place I can go now where she won’t be hanging around. I can’t even go to my best friend’s house without running the risk of seeing her and losing my appetite. I was actually hungry before I sat down. Now I can only pick at my food, seething silently.
“Whoops!”
My head snaps up from my food in time to watch Maya’s horrified reaction to having yogurt splashed on her shoulder and down her back by a smirking Tiana. “Sorry. I’m so clumsy,” she says loudly before sighing, shaking her head, and clicking her tongue in mock sorrow. “I hope I didn’t ruin whatever it is you’re wearing.”
She can’t stop there, of course. She has to glare at me to make sure I know she doesn’t regret doing it. Like she’s making sure I know I can’t tell her what to do.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Wren whispers, looking stricken as she grabs every napkin she can reach and starts wiping Maya’s bare shoulder. At least she’s wearing a pale blue tank top, so most of it only hit her bare skin, but still. I can imagine how nasty it would feel to have that dry on me.
Good. Let her be uncomfortable, let her feel nasty. It’s not like I’m going to congratulate Tiana for doing it, but I’m not going to give her shit, either.
“I’m going to try to clean myself up.” Maya stands, shaking her head when Wren offers to help her. “No, it’s okay. You’ll be late for class. I’ll be fine.”
“If you’re sure?” Wren grazes her lip with her teeth, her brows drawing together. “Call me later, and we’ll make more plans.” She follows Maya’s progress, frowning in concern.
“I better get moving, too,” I announce, shoving fries into my mouth without tasting them, then getting up and gathering my shit. “I’ll see you guys later.” I catch Briggs’s curious look out of the corner of my eye, but pretend otherwise.
Of course, I don’t go straight out of the cafeteria. Instead, I wander over to the bathrooms like I’m not in any hurry, keeping an eye on everyone around me to make sure they’re not watching too closely. When it looks like the coast is clear, I go straight into the girls room to find Maya wiping her arm and shoulder with wet paper towels.
As soon as she catches my reflection in the mirror, she growls. “Don’t even start with me,” she whispers fiercely as color blooms on her cheeks. “The least you can do is keep her the hell away from me. You don’t have to encourage her shit.”
Folding my arms, I remind her, “I didn’t encourage a goddamn thing.”
“You didn’t tell her what a bitch she is, either. Did you?”
Somebody has grown claws—or she remembered she has them. Either way, I don’t appreciate the attitude she’s giving me. Hasn’t she learned it won’t get her anywhere? What do I have to do to make it clear that I won’t accept this?
“Let’s get this straight. We’re not friends,” I remind her, my back to the door so nobody can come in and disturb us. I hear a couple of girls out there, having a conversation as they draw closer, but their voices go quiet when they nudge the door, and it doesn’t move. There’s a million bathrooms on campus. They can use one of them. This one is occupied.
“No kidding,” Maya grits through her teeth as she continues cleaning herself up. While I watch, she slides her arms free of the tank top straps, then turns the top around so she can see the back. Her nose wrinkles when she finds the stain the yogurt left behind. “What is in this for her?” I don’t think she’s even speaking to me. It’s a rhetorical question.
I kind of wish I knew the answer to that. I already made it clear Tiana was not to do this, but here we are. It’s almost enough to make me wonder if I have control over anything in my life. Like it doesn’t matter what I say or what I think. Everybody’s going to do exactly whatever the fuck they want, anyway.