June POV:
Okay.
I knew the universe was a bitch.
But I didn't know she was a sadistic, full-blown evil witch with a vendetta.
Because guess who was in class?
Guess who was not just in class, but sitting right next to me—looking all smug and relaxed like he hadn't been the source of ninety-seven percent of my emotional damage lately?
Justin.
Of course it was him.
And of course he looked like the fucking devil's favorite—leaning back in his chair, arm casually draped over the back of mine, like we were on a cozy date and not trapped in an anxiety-riddled fake relationship where I was trying not to give away that I'd been railed within an inch of my life by a masked man the night before.
I could feel his eyes on me.
Not just looking.
Inspecting.
Analyzing.
Like he could sense something was off. Like the bastard had a sixth sense for slutty secrets and was narrowing in on mine with every sideways glance.
And the worst part?
He wasn't even trying to hide it.
