Jane.
“What is wrong, Jane?” Amira asks, her voice filled with concern. “Ever since we left the club, you’ve been so unhappy and moody. What’s going on?” How can I tell her that I met the one who rejected me? Seeing him today, hearing his words... it makes me want to tear him apart.
“I’m fine,” I reply, trying to sound convincing. “Don’t bother yourself.”
“No, please, don’t tell me that. I won’t take that from you,” she insists, her eyes probing mine. “Tell me what’s wrong, please.”
“Okay,” I relent, sighing. “Can you believe I saw my supposed mate, the one who rejected me? I met him at the club, and you know what? He tried to humiliate me again.”
“Oh my god, what kind of jerk is this?” she exclaims, anger flashing in her eyes. “What the hell does he want from you again? I wish I had
