When Bella didn't come to class, Mira felt her heart drop.
She kept glancing at the door, waiting for Bella to walk through it. The minutes ticked by. The professor began the lecture.
Bella wasn't coming.
Mira's hands trembled. She couldn't focus on the professor's words. Couldn't take notes. Couldn't think about anything except Bella's face yesterday—the red eyes, the tear on her cheek, the slap that still stung.
Krystal sat beside her, her posture relaxed. She didn't try to hide her smile.
She must be crying all night, Krystal thought. Probably passed out in her room. Too embarrassed to show her face.
She pictured Bella curled up in bed, sobbing into her pillow, and felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her. Good. That's what she deserves!
Mira glanced at Krystal and saw the smile. Her stomach turned.
