C26 Twenty-six

Medora

We were having brunch at a diner—Yellow, Millie, Reign, and me. I still hadn’t given Millie an answer to her ultimatum. It wasn’t her I was afraid of saying no to—it was Reign. The boy who looked at me as his last hope. He already hated me enough; I didn’t want to make it worse.

I took a sip of my milkshake, laughing absentmindedly at whatever Yellow and Millie were giggling about