"Avery, I wanted to talk to you."
Avery recognized that familiar tone. Standing just a few feet away was Alana.
For a moment, Avery simply stared, too taken aback to form words. After everything that had happened that day in the classroom, the scene Alana had made in front of everyone, she had never once imagined the girl would have the audacity to approach her again.
The memory flashed vividly in her mind, the smug way Alana had tried to twist the story, painting Avery as the villain who had taken advantage of Silas's panic attack to kiss him.
why was she here now?
Avery blinked, a slight frown creasing her forehead. After all that, she wants to talk? The disbelief made her chest tighten. It didn't make sense. Was it possible for someone to flip so drastically overnight?
