Devontae and I both look at each other, before he looks back at me.

“Beautiful, you're in here.”

“A baby spilt juice on me, so I came to dry myself.” she murmurs, her gaze shifting between me and him. “Can I talk to Angel please?”

“Why?” Devontae snort.

“I heard everything, but don't worry I'll be quick.” Camilla smiles.

Devontae looks at me and I frown, looking anywhere but the door. I don't care what she said, most of it is the truth, and I don't regret saying it about ...