“What in the world is going on, Ayame? You were coming for a sleepover, right? Why are you with Tristan and why did he ask me to come here?” Sierra barraged me with questions as she slumped into the chair opposite to me.
“It’s nothing, Sierra….” I muttered, running my finger over the rim of the cup placed in front of me. “I got attacked on my way to your house.”
“You got, what?” She shrieked; almost making the chair topple. “Why do you never listen to me, Ayame? Why didn’t you let me pick you up?”
I forced a smile and try to speak in a soothing voice, “Nothing really happened, Sierra. Tristan arrived on time and saved me.”
“Still….” She tore her hair and slammed her fist on the table. “I should have insisted on picking you up.”
I groaned inwardly. The last thing I wanted was for
