Sharon’s POV
Chloris walked toward me, arms crossed over her chest, her posture screaming confidence and control. Her lips curled into a smile—not a warm, friendly smile you give to friends. It was the cool smile reserved only for rivals. She looked every bit the queen bee she had always been, with her perfectly styled hair, designer clothes, and that unmistakable air of superiority. Her presence alone could command a room, and she knew it.
“Sharon,” she drawled, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “I knew I'd find you here.” She nodded at the library doors I had just burst through. "Leaving early? That's unlike you, Sharon."
I stopped a few feet away from her, instinctively clutching my books closer to my chest. “What do you want, Chloris?”
She smirked, her eyes narrowing. “I’m here to deliver a message, actually. You see, Derrick finally made up his mind. He’s breaking up with me.”
I blinked, taken aback. “What?”