Author notes: It's from Zaya's Point of View
The thing about Sapphire was this: she was an enigma wrapped in a riddle, dipped in mystery, and dusted with a sprinkle of aggravation.
You'd think that someone who kissed you in front of an entire crowd of strangers and your closest friends might show at least some sign of acknowledgment afterward. But no. Sapphire kissed me, then went on with her life as though it had never happened.
So, naturally, I'd spent every spare moment since then thinking about it.
"Why did she do it?" I muttered to myself for the hundredth time, pacing my room. Lise had thrown a pillow at me earlier for being "too loud," so I decided to give her a break and stew in my thoughts elsewhere.
