Javier's POV:
I spent most of today feeling guilty. I knew I shouldn't have treated Eleanor the way I did yesterday. She was just curious, just trying to be friendly.
I was barely paying attention during practice, distracted and a little out of it, but something felt off. I couldn't find my basketball. It must've gotten left behind in the chess club.
'And then there was Queenie, what a piece of work.' She was so full of herself, thinking she understood everything about me. I threw out a few sarcastic remarks, and she scurried off, embarrassed.
But then I noticed Eleanor's awkward expression. She seemed lost, unsure of how to handle Queenie's cruelty. Fortunately, I'd shown up just in time.
When she asked if I was still mad, I wanted to tell her I'd regretted it the moment I walked awa
