MAYA’S POV
By lunch, I was already one bad interaction away from setting the school on fire. So of course, one of the triplets found me by the vending machines.
“Oh, hey Maya,” she said sweetly, her voice fake and sweet enough to trigger my gag reflex. “You look… tired.”
I forced a tight smile. “I am, mostly of you and your son sisters.”
She blinked. “Yikes. Somebody didn’t get enough sleep last night, were you doing something else.”
I snapped my head toward her. “What do you want, exactly? Another round of accusing me of emotionally c**k-blocking your collective obsession with Evan?”
She held up her hands, smirking. “Relax your nerves, I'm not attacking you. I’m just saying, you’ve been… close lately.”
“Newsflash,” I bit out. “We’ve always been close. But I guess you were too busy
