Kimberly:
“What the hell did you do?!”
I looked at the mess that was sprawled on the table. My bag… no… this looked nothing like my bag. It couldn’t be. I grabbed my report by the corner and lifted it, watching the still fresh ink drip down the paper and drop on the kitchen counter. It was ruined, and this was due in two days!
“What did you do?” I screamed, glowering at Noah, who sat there, tapping mindlessly on his phone like I wasn’t talking to him.
“I didn’t do s**t,” he mumbled.
“Liar!” Without thinking, I grabbed his hands. His phone fell to the floor, but I didn’t care. I had the evidence I needed: blue-stained hands that he had tried desperately to wash off.
“Let go of me.” he snatched his hand out of mine and picked his phone from the floor. It was cracked in the corner. H
