JUNE;
She dabbed the sides of her red, puffy eyes with her perfectly manicured fingers trying to regain control, mascara smudged slightly at the corners.
The moment her eyes landed on me, and saw it was me standing there, her expression changed to that ugly smirk she had on the registration day.
The sadness melted away, replaced by a cold, sharp smirk that curled one side of her lips. Not the surprise way she had gawked at me at the party when I walked down the stairs.
I had wanted to apologize for ruining her party but nothing ever got me ready to bump into her in the bathroom.
I took a few automatic steps back, my hand tightening lightly around the handle of my tote bag, while I waited for my words to form. All I could feel was regret, if only I had asked questions, I wouldn’t ha
