Sigh.
I sighed again, shoulders heavy, lungs burning. I was utterly exhausted after sprinting all the way here like a maniac.
Damn you, Shelly.
"So…" I heard her voice.
Another sigh escaped me.
Looks like I wasn't dodging this conversation after all.
"What?" I turned, already bracing for the headache.
"I saw you leave with Ariana." Her voice was casual—too casual. "You two left school together, right? So… where is she? What happened? What did you do to her?"
A whole barrage of questions I had zero interest in answering tumbled from her mouth.
"Can you just… not?" I muttered, rubbing my forehead.
She crossed her arms. "No, I have to know. Ariana's actually a good friend of mine, just so you know."
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Shelly. I really don't want to talk about this," I snapped. Running here like a lunatic already had my mood in hell.
"Oh no, mister," she said with a smug grin. "I paid for your train fare, so I get to ask whatever I want."
I finally turned to look at her.
