What was she doing here? Her eyes averted from me to Blake. Not this again.
“Is she your friend?” Blake asked, glancing at the two of us. She was not my friend. But neither is my girlfriend. What relationship do we even have?
“Yeah, she is.”
Ivanna walked toward me. The look on her face was somewhere between I am mad at you" and I" feel sorry.
“I need to talk to you.”
My eyebrows rose and I was debating whether to say yes or no. “Can you go?” she said to Blake in her usual rude tone.
He gave her a bewildered look. Instead of answering her, he turned towards me, waiting for my reply. I bit my lip and felt my stomach in knots. What have I done to be in a situation like this?!
“Please” she urged, and the urgency in her voice made me unable to refuse her.
I turned my eyes toward B
