Jasmine
“They’re early,” I muttered with a smile, brushing my hands together as I walked over. I unlocked the door and pulled it open.
“Why are you two so ea—”
The words died on my lips because the person standing there wasn’t Ari or Bella. It was Mia.
“Hey, Jas.”
I frowned and folded my arms across my chest. “What are you doing here?”
She shifted nervously, rubbing her hands together. “Can... can I come in? Please. I just want to talk.”
“I don’t think we have anything to talk about.”
“Please, Jasmine,” she begged.
She looked nothing like the confident girl I’d known. Her eyes were swollen, her voice small, and for a second, I almost shut the door anyway.
Almost.
Maybe it was the look on her face, or perhaps it was because we’d been best friends since we were little girls. Eithe
