I am using the restroom when I hear the main door open with a little bit of a slam.
“I cannot believe he would do that to me,” I hear a girl whine half angrily, half indignantly.
I know the voice. I know I do. But, for some unfathomable reason, I cannot recognize its owner.
“Don’t get pissed, V. Get even,” a girl chimes in.
The blood freezes in my veins. Ava is in the restroom.
I cannot possibly show my face in front of her, unless I want to be bullied again. Even when she is in her best mood, she never fails to say something unpleasant… do I really want to risk it when she is obviously angry?
“Besides,” the same girl adds almost in an afterthought, “Ryker has always been a bit of a player.”
“Don’t I know that already?” Ava retorts bitterly. “It’s just that I want him to play
