Elena.

With her arms crossed, Sasha stared at me while tapping her foot. I turned my face away, though, biting the inside of my cheek. Her ocean-blue eyes were so sharp, staring at me intensely, urging me to give an explanation.

"How could you not tell her that?" She questioned, her tone demanding. Giving a guilty look, I shrugged my shoulders.

This was the first time it had crossed my mind why I had not told Jane that I was rejected. Whereas, usually she was the first to know about my problems since she simply did not have a venomous snake-like tongue when it came to the way she spoke....