Haven
"Oops, where did my smoothie go? Oh the trash!" Ember says innocently.
I pull my school shirt that's soaked with smoothie away from my skin.
Damnit, I wish I had worn a bra today.
Glaring up at Ember, I speak through greeted teeth.
"What the hell is your problem?"
Her smile vanishes and she steps way too close into my personal space until the back of my head slams against the locker behind me. I wince as pain shoots up my skull.
She places one hand on the wall next to my head while the other comes to the front of my shirt. I watch as her perfectly manicured nails run over the first button.
"You're a pain in my existence," she says.
I frown and I'm about to push her away but she's faster, fisting her fingers in my shirt, she pulls with so much force that's buttons fly to the
