Miranda's POV
Tears of frustration well in my eyes and I try my best to wipe them away before anyone at the school event can see. After all, I have been photographed with Sebastian all day so I doubt their wandering eyes will leave me alone.
I limp at a slow pace. The crowd has died down and there are not as many families here anymore. I sigh and hobble back to the area where the three-legged race took place.
Damn that three-legged race and damn that field. If I had didn’t go into the event with Sebastian, I would have never hurt my ankle nor would I have had to defend Ella and myself from him and his harsh words.
Who does he think he is? Was it necessary to bring Ella into the mess between us? Why does he need to know who her father is? He should be happy that it isn’t him! I know I’m
