Ellie's POV
Felicity was crying. Again.
I know they called me a desperate loser but are we sure… she wasn’t the one losing it all the time?
She had these big, wet, theatrical tears that made her mascara streak down her cheeks like war paint. If I hadn’t known better, I might have thought she was the one being publicly humiliated. She wasn’t, of course. She was just loud.
“You think this is funny?” she hissed, voice cracking. “I need to wait even longer to be Luna! I know you, Ellie. You’re jealous. You’ve always been jealous.”
I leaned my weight on one leg and glanced at the ceiling. Goddess, give me strength.
She was pacing now, trembling with drama, hands fluttering as if the story pouring from her lips was some kind of ancient tragedy. “You think playing hard to get is going to w
