“So, Chelsea is it?” Marta smiled at her, her eyes gleaming. “Funny, I know most of Marko’s friends but I never really heard or seen you before. I know you know about me, as was evident when we ran into each other in the bathroom the last time.”
Chelsea’s eyes narrowed slightly before she pasted her practiced smile on her face, “Oh, Marko and I were on and off so sometimes. Right, Marko?”
Marko shook his head, “nope. You created the idea of us being together, I just didn’t care at that time to tell everyone the truth.”
“Do you have to be that callous?” Chelsea asked, fighting the anger that was boiling inside of her. “So all those times we spent together meant nothing to you?”
Marko sat back, his gaze going to the three boys who looked both curious and uncomfortable. Sighing, he turned
