“Don’t be cold, Diana.” His hand scrambled to get me food from the table. “Here, I got you your favorite blueberry cheesecake.”
I laughed, hysterically. “Are you planning to kill me? I’m allergic to blueberries,” I snarled.
Axel looked surprised. “What? I didn't know about this.”
“No wonder. You didn’t even care enough to remember I’m your fated mate when you bonded with this skank,” I retorted, loud so everyone could hear.
The cafeteria hushed. Their eyes fixed on us. Axel looked pale as a ghost while Jena sobbed, tears beading in her eyes.
“You’re so mean, Diana,” Jena cried.
“Are you getting back at me for the other night? I’m sorry, okay? I just love Axel so much. But if it makes you happy, I’ll give him up,” she said between sobs and buried her face in his chest.
What a spectacular performance. She always contradicted what she said.
“Are you kidding me? Why would I want to have your trash?” I laughed sardonically.
“Keep it to yourself,” I snarled.
Without warning, juice splashed on my face, and my hand moved in reflex, ripping a slap on her face.
