Chapter 22. Bipolar

June POV

My foot taps furiously on the floor, arms crossed over my chest like a shield.

Leila sits beside me with that infuriatingly neutral expression, while across from us, Kayla lounges in nothing but a towel, gnawing on her fingernails like a child.

Her sex partner is thankfully gone, but my anger once again? It’s still very much here.

“Kay,” Leila begins, after a solid thirty seconds of awkward, useless silence, “did you inform

June that you were using her room for… uhm—”

“Getting smashed by a rando?” I cut in flatly, rolling my eyes.

Kayla sighs, pulls out her phone, and hands it to Leila like she’s the damn victim.

“See for yourself. I sent messages—several, actually. She just didn’t read them. I mean, I get it, you’re busy at Apex or whatever, but still read your messages.”

I scoff, arms dropping to my sides. “You have got to be kidding me.”

I shoot up from my seat, ready to throw hands, but Leila blocks me w