XYRA'S POV
The silence on the bus felt louder than a rock concert after Clara's outburst.
My stomach twisted into a thousand knots as she turned to Astor, her voice was rising a every word that she spoke with barely contained fury.
"Don't think you're off the hook that easily, Astor," she spat, her eyes flashing like lightning. "You call me your girlfriend, then sneak around with Xyra like we're in some cheesy high school drama?"
Astor flinched, looking like a puppy caught chewing on a slipper. "Clara, please," he mumbled, reaching for her hand, but she swatted it away like a pesky fly.
"No, 'please' doesn't cut it this time," she shot back, her voice rising with each word. "I saw the way you two were practically glued at the hip during those 'rehearsals.' All those 'accidental' brus
