She was arranging her bag.
"Make it quick, Solayne. I have a date to catch up with," she said, taking me by surprise.
"I see even the devil gets admirers."
She shot me a cold look before continuing what she was doing.
I stopped at the edge of the table, crossed my hands. "What did you do to my drink?"
She paused, looking at me. "Excuse me?"
"You were in my mum's room that night, together with my drink. What did you do, Brielle?"
"Okay. You've officially lost your mind."
She stood up with her bag and laptop. But I didn't let her make it past her seat before my hand shot into her hair, grabbing as much strands as I could.
"What the f**k! Solayne—"
I slammed her face hard against the table. Twice. Her bag and laptop were on the floor already.
Dragging her hair, I slid her across
