Calista
Zen, baby, here you are!
I turned at the sound of Maya’s voice, immediately feeling a pang of irritation. Maya, with her glossy hair and perfectly manicured nails, walked into the library with a confident stride. Her friends followed a group of giggling, chattering girls who always seemed to be around whenever she was. They were like a flock of brightly colored birds, always making a scene wherever they went.
Maya spotted Zenith and wasted no time, striding over to him with an exaggerated sway of her hips. She wrapped her arms around him, acting as if they were the only two people in the room. Her friends followed suit, clustering around them and blocking my view.
I felt a mix of emotions—annoyance, jealousy, and something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I didn’t even know
