I know I need to stop crying, but I can't. When I feel hands on my shoulders, I only cry harder. I turn to find Aleah standing there, holding my bag, Miller beside her. They both look so distressed, like this is their fault, I gulp down my tears and shake my head so hard I feel a headache coming on.

And anger.

"Screw her." My voice is louder than I intended. "Screw Bianca and her whole fucking attitude."

Aleah's jaw tightens as she hands me my purse. "I'm sorry, ...