Elara's POV
Left alone in class after the wreck, I didn’t just lose a phone; now I also lost some of my books and maybe some dumb school materials.
Fuck me.
I held the tears that threatened to fall and picked up my broken s**t.
Leaving for work, I was already a few minutes late. The bus was too full, and I had to squeeze in.
I could have reported this to Alric, but what if the school called me more names? What if that awkward feeling of always having him do my mess rings on, and a scandal breaks out?
I walked down the small street to work and finally got to the restaurant,late by forty minutes,with definitely some light bruises, but thanks to the light makeup Alric did on me, some s**t was covered.
My life had been worse than a rolling dollar coaster of endless misfortune, and I was
