More Than Just Us
“Stay away from me.”
Before he could respond, someone cleared their throat beside them. Maya turned—and there she was.
Amaya.
Hair perfectly braided. Eyes lined sharp. She was everything Maya wasn’t—loud without speaking, fierce without trying.
“I see we’re making new friends,” Amaya said, her gaze locked on Maya but her words aimed at Zane.
Zane sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t do this, Amaya.”
“Oh, I’m not doing anything,” she replied sweetly. “Just saying hello to the new girl. Maya, right?”
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