CLARA
“Tyla?” I whispered, shocked and angered by that name. “When? How?”
He shrugged, trying to pretend as though he was not affected by what he just told me. “I saw her in my house the other day.”
In his house? “I thought you changed the passcode?”
“It’s still your birthday.” He mumbled, running his finger through his hair. “I can handle Tyla, I just don’t want to go home just yet.”
“Are we getting another drink?” Lyra screamed, draping her hand across my shoulder. However, she picked up the tension. “Is everything okay?”
Xavier cleared his throat. “Yes, everything is fine, but we’re about to leave.”
I sighed. “No, we’re not.” If he wants to stay, then we can.
Xavier shook his head. “Let’s leave, I don’t feel like partying anymore,” He gave me a small nudge, “Go grab your purse
