Justin's POV
If we were going to sell this, we had to make it real.
At least, that's what I told myself as I slung an arm over June's shoulder, pulling her closer as we strolled down the hallway. She stiffened for a second before playing along, leaning into me like it was natural, like we'd been doing this forever.
She was good at this.
Too good.
Maybe because she was still under the delusion that this was all part of her little revenge scheme. If only she knew—I wasn't faking. Not even a little.
Then I saw him.
Bart Anderson.
And his new Bambi.
June saw them at the same time I did. I felt her body go rigid against me, her fingers clenching around the strap of her bag.
Bart had his arm slung lazily around her former best friend—the same girl who had turned on her, betrayed her, and now had the audacity to look smug as they stood there, perfectly positioned in the middle of the hall like they owned the place.
