JUNE;
“Ronan hurt you this badly?” Mary snapped.
She sat beside me, watching me with careful eyes. Then her voice rose again, describing all the rich folks as bad and rude.
“And he appeared on that bike like he was the best natural thing,” her jaw tightened. “Look what he did to you in just a few minutes he went off with you… Your eyes are red, Juney,” her hand rested underneath my jaw.
“What exactly did he do this time?” She queried. “Dud he take sides with that Selene girl? Wait! He was rude to you again?”
“No,” I shook my head, Mary's eyes were searching mine deeply. I opened mine to talk, I almost spilled. But I couldn't, a part of me still wanted to protect him. “I'm just… just hurt, May.”
“Oh, my baby,” she said softly, pulling me into her shoulder. “I told you he had baggag
