As I was leaving the coffee shop, Julian called out, "Serena, wait up!"
I kept walking, but he quickly caught up and grabbed my arm. "Explain yourself."
I scoffed. "Explain what? You don't love me; you love Elena. I hope you two have a long, happy life together. You guys are the perfect match—a bitch and an asshole."
I was too exhausted to argue, so I just turned and walked away. I could still hear him yelling from behind, "Who are you calling an asshole? No, who are you calling a bitch?"
After venting my anger at both him and the third party, I felt much better when I got back to the dorm.
After today, Julian would probably never show his face again. Finally, I'd have some peace and quiet.
I was looking forward to not being bothered.
When I walked into the coffee shop the next day, I saw someone else other than Julian who I didn't want to see.
It was Elena! And she was alone.
Unlike the innocent, pretentious act she put on yesterday, Elena's eyes scanned me with undisguised disdain the moment she walked in.
"Let's talk," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm.
I didn't want to engage, but the cunning look in her eyes gave me an idea. "Why don't you sit at that table in the corner? I'll be right over."
Elena glanced at the spot I pointed to. It was tucked away in a shadowy corner, private enough for whatever she had in mind. A sly smile tugged at her lips as she nodded and made her way over.
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