PAST
SELENE’S POV:
“God, you look like s**t,” Maya’s voice reached me and I turned in the general direction of the sound, eyes squinted against the glare of the blazing sun.
“Thank you,” I shot back.
To be fair, I did look like hell.
Though, in my defence, I spent the last entire night either crying or staring numbly at my ceiling.
In fact, I figured I deserved a medal for showing up to school at all.
“What’re you doing here?” She asked me as she settled herself on the bleachers besides me.
“Enjoying some fresh air,” I shrugged, then titled my head to the white box she was holding. “What’s that?”
She rolled her eyes like I somehow offended her by asking that question as she shoved the box in my hands.
“You could’ve told me it was your birthday,” she said, voice deliberately cas
