Ayla’s POV
I typed back quickly, my frustration was building with each message.
"Arkon, stop. You're being unfair."
I'm being unfair? You're the one who didn't tell me about this guy until now.
"I told you about him literally when you asked. What more do you want?"
I want you to understand why this bothers me.
"Then explain it to me instead of accusing me of lying."
I watched the three dots appear and disappear several times before his next message came through.
I just don't trust this guy, you don't even know this guy, he could be using you.
My jaw clenched as I read his words. Using me? For what? A trophy? A scholarship we were both winning together?
"He's not using me," I typed. "You're being paranoid."
I'm trying to protect you.
"I don't need protection from my own teammate
