MIYARA
Caden had left shortly after sabotaging my date and ridiculously introducing himself as my brother. Finn asked why I didn’t tell him I had a brother and why he had never seen him before.
As I gripped the strap of my handbag tighter, I couldn’t help but think about how Caden had deliberately brushed his knees against mine under that table. I pushed my glasses up my nose as I peeked inside the lecture hall, waiting for Isa to appear. She had gone back to factory reset and wasn’t giving me a weird attitude.
“Miyara Anderson,” a voice called from behind me, and I whirled around to find the source. Zara, a new friend I had made some weeks ago, approached, her smile mirroring mine. Her braids flowed behind her back, as a pair of headphones draped across her neck.
“Hi girlll,” she pull
