Bianca's POV
I felt a burning feeling in my chest as I strode out of the lavatory. Hayes was standing there, waiting for me, but I didn't want to talk to him. I was still wobbling from his insult, and I didn't understand why he had said such a hurtful thing.
"Hey, are you okay?" Hayes asked, his voice sounding low and smooth. I bet he didn't even feel remorseful, maybe he's putting on an act to make me let go of my anger.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I didn't want to cry in front of him, and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me hurt.
"Do you want to go home?" Hayes asked, his eyes scanning my face.
I nodded again, eager to get away from the party and the people who seemed to be staring at me. I felt like I didn't belong here, like I was just a poor girl
