Nara's POV
"Another injury?"
Mya's eyes narrowed the moment she opened the door.
"Seriously, Nara?"
I touched the healing cut on my forehead.
"It's nothing."
It had been a month since the club, and I'd become an expert at avoiding Kian.
If he entered a room, I left. If he spoke, I pretended not to hear. I wanted him to reject me already.
Anything was better than living in limbo.
He has tried so many times to get my attention, begging me to at least spare him a look, but I refused. Not too long ago, I felt a burning pain of betrayal in my chest; it was the day Stella showed up out of nowhere. The pain didn't last more than three minutes, though. I wish he could reject me and get it over with, so I wouldn't be experiencing any pain when he is with other girls.
'Kian wants us. He
