CASSANDRA
I'm soaking in the bathroom. I'm tired of scrubbing my body. No matter how much I rubbed my body to divert my thoughts, the image of Zachary hugging Maretha still didn't go away. They just keep bothering me.
After we parted ways with Zachary, Maretha asked a question beyond my expectations.
"Hey, Cass. Is it okay if I like Zachary?"
"Why are you asking me that?"
"Because you're Zachary's friend, right? You guys look familiar and close. If, for example, you like him, I shouldn't approach him."
"It has nothing to do with me."
"Are you serious? I'm grateful! I feel relieved. Then, starting today, support me in approaching Zachary."
Splash!
I punched my fist hard against the surface of the water. Hot water spurted down my face. I was breathless and so annoyed.
"Why? Why did
