Electra's POV
I sprawled across my bed, mindlessly scrolling through my phone. The perfect silence in the room and from the hallway was a reminder that everyone else had gone to class, but I had no intention of joining them. Not now, and certainly not anytime soon.
The humiliation of what happened on the rooftop was still too fresh in my mind, and the thought of walking into a room full of judgmental faces, hearing the snickers or—worse—the outright taunts about being left half-naked and cuffed like a fool, made my blood boil.
I didn't trust myself not to snap if I overheard someone laughing about it, and by "snap," I mean breaking someone's jaw, or maybe something worse.
So instead of taking that risk, I decided it was better to stay right here, locked away in my room, where the only person I could harm with my anger was myself.
