Zita's POV
I didn't even have time to think.
One minute Dario was finger f*****g me, and the next minute he is asking me to leave, and not in a nice manner.
That was it. No explanation. No warning. Just like that, he snapped and that scared the f**k out of me.
I backed away, heart racing, skin still hot from what he had done. My thighs were wet. My head was spinning. I didn't dare say a word.
I turned and hurried from the room. I had the unsteady feeling that my legs might collapse at any moment. I had no idea where I was heading.
All I had to do was leave.
The hallway was cold and empty. I didn't stop. I didn't scan my surroundings. I made a beeline for the locker room.
There was Mira, adjusting her hair while standing by the mirror. The sound of the door opening
