After attending all her classes, Violet looked at Emma, who was stuffing things inside her backpack. Violet gulped hard before deciding to go near her. Emma saw her approaching and frowned in frustration, clearly showing the hatred on her face.

“E-Emma, can we talk?”

Emma continued doing what she was doing, as if Violet wasn’t even there.

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about.”

Violet gulped down, knowing she deserved her hate.

“I want to ex-explain things ...