EMILY’S POV.

I sprang to my feet, staring at the smashed laptop in disbelief. What had just happened? Was it really John’s laptop that had been smashed to the floor?

Why would she do that!?

“Why would you do that?” I asked hotly, turning to her, but the only thing she did was glare at me, like I was the one who had done something wrong.

I was confused.

“If you answer my question, then I’ll answer yours.” She replied haughtily, “Why would you do such a thing?” She asked, leaving me in more confusion than I had been.

“Why would I do what?” I asked, my brows knitting together....