WILLOW
I nearly drop my phone when I see Tessa leaning against the counter, waiting for me. How had she known to follow me?
I remember Jane. I had told her about the front row seats. Tessa must have been watching me like a hawk to have noticed when I’d gotten up to leave.
Having gotten over my initial shock, I try to ignore her. I approach the sink and turn the faucet on.
“Why are you doing this?” Tessa comes up behind me. She’s staring at me in the mirror, her lips flattened in a disproving line.
“And what is it exactly that I’m doing?” I raise my brows, feigning ignorance.
She scoffs. “It wasn’t enough for you, causing a huge scene at the frat house, now you’re dating Theo’s brother. Aren’t you embarrassed?”
“Why would I be?” It’s my turn to scoff. I look at her like she’s stupid.
