Diana's P. O. V
June sat beside me during lunch hour, she was trying to get close to me again and fix what she broke. We weren't quite back to who we used to be, but at least it's better than nothing.
"You're worried." She pointed out, "who isn't at this school? It's a huge theatre over here. Who knew rich kids schools had so much drama?." I rhetorically asked.
"What is bothering you?." June asked, leaving her lunch alone to listen to me.
"It's just West." I admitted, not adding the parts about the letter and someone pulling the strings on me.
"You like him don't you." June said, not really asking a question, but stating her deduction.
"No. I don't like him!." I said as soon as she finished talking, she was the second person who had said that now. How could I like him? I can't like West!.