I know I need to stop crying, but I can't. When I feel hands on my shoulders, I only cry harder. I turn to find Aleah standing there, holding my bag, Miller beside her. They both look so distressed, like this is their fault, I gulp down my tears and shake my head so hard I feel a headache coming on.
And anger.
"Screw her." My voice is louder than I intended. "Screw Bianca and her whole f*****g attitude."
Aleah's jaw tightens as she hands me my purse. "I'm sorry, Riley," she says.
I shake my head again, light headed from the abruptness of the motion. "Just never mind," I say. "Never mind any of it." I back away from them, dashing at the tears on my cheeks with angry fingers. "I let her ruin it, didn't I? It's my own fault." I'm such an i***t, a loser. Bianca's right. No amount of loving
