I left the classroom almost fleeing, feeling James’s gaze nailed to my back with a mixture of spite and confusion that burned my skin, but I didn't stop.
I knew perfectly well that James was still there, processing the impact of my words.
The only thing I wanted was to reach the bathroom, lock myself in, and splash cold water on my face before the next class began.
This wasn't how I wanted to end things with James. In my head, I had rehearsed a delicate speech, thanking him for the opportunity but making it clear that I wasn't ready.
But James, with his goddamn possessive Alpha attitude shouting "she's my girlfriend" in front of Thorne, had made me lose my temper.
I entered the women's bathroom with an almost desperate urgency. I lunged over the sink and turned on the tap, letting the
