“Hey, are you okay?”
I jumped in surprise when Monica suddenly spoke beside me. I turned to her and saw her watching me closely, a crease between her brows.
“Are you alright?” she asked with concern. “Did Josh or I do something wrong? Are you still upset about what happened in the arena? I swear, we’re both still really sorry about that incident. If we hadn’t left you alone, you wouldn’t have been splashed with drinks!”
What? I hadn’t even thought about that again, and I never once blamed her or Josh for it. It was my fault.
“I’m not mad. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was an accident. And I was the one who chose to give you the seats near the bench. So stop blaming yourself, okay?” I told her, trying to reassure her.
She bit her lip. “Then why have you been so quiet and distant the
