Betty's POV.

I lay flat on the bed, trying to calm my racing heartbeat. I probably saw wrong, that couldn't be Darius. I really needed to move on fast and forget about this dude, who couldn't be least bothered about my existence.

I took off my clothes and walked into the shower stark-naked to freshen up. I was feeling too hot and sweaty.

As I stepped out of the shower, I got dressed in a bum short and tank top, then flopped back on the bed to start scrolling through my phone. I saw more than ...