Eleanor's POV:
I hurried out of the basketball gym, stopping only when the irritating sound of bouncing balls faded into the distance. Taking a deep breath, I realized my body was trembling, my eyes were sore, and tears were about to spill.
'Don't be sad, Eleanor. Even if you thought you were friends with Javier, and he ended up using you like a tool, it's not that big of a deal...'
Despite my attempts to reassure myself, tears trickled down my cheeks, as if mocking my supposed "strength".
'Damn Javier Evans... What a jerk! He's fickle and heartless toward girls. I shouldn't have expected him to treat his friends well! He probably never even saw me as one!'
I angrily wiped away my tears, which reflected my gullibility toward scoundrels—my "shame".
'Eleanor, you shouldn't have gone to
