Emily
My brain tries to catch up with the insanity happening right now.
I wipe liquid out of my eyes angrily and glare at the three girls.
“Listen,” I say, trying to keep my voice level even though latte is literally dripping down my chin, “I don’t even know you. I think you might be mistaken or something.”
Her eyes narrow dangerously. “Don’t play dumb.”
“I’m not playing anything,” I snap. “You just threw a drink in my face like a f*****g psycho.”
The brunette behind her crosses her arms. “We saw you leaving his room yesterday.”
Oh hell no.
Realization slowly crawls into my brain.
Damien.
These lunatics are here because of f**k ass Damien.
Or maybe this one is the so-called ex he mentioned.
That would explain the attitude.
I stare at them for a second.
Then I start laughin
