Why are you always everywhere I go?” Cherry scoffed, stepping up to the sink beside me to rinse her hands.
I glanced at her through the mirror, my expression blank. “I could ask you the same.”
She muttered something under her breath —probably an insult— but I couldn’t care less.
Turning on the faucet, I rinsed my hands too, even though I didn’t need to.
“You know,” I said, keeping my tone casual, “it’s funny how much of a pretender you are. Going on and on about how you can’t live without Triston, then showing up here with the same guy you cheated on him with.”
I scoffed, shaking my head. “Pathetic, don’t you think?”
She froze, hands still under the running water, and locked eyes with me in the mirror.
There it was— anger, mixed with something that almost looked like hurt.
“You rea
