June

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—"

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