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♡ Mia's pov ♡

I looked at her, feeling the blood drain from my face. She was the last person I'd ever want to see me like this.

When did she even get in here?

Was I spewing out my entire breakfast down the toilet so loudly that my ears failed to pick up on the sound of her footsteps which I was sure was loud given those heels she wore?

I cleared my throat, willing to play this cool so she'd not suspect anything. "Ate something bad." I grimaced, walking out of the stall completely and strutting over to the pipe so I can wash my mouth and hopefully move that God awful taste of puke.

Her eyes tear away from me, she digs her hand in her small purse and pulls out lipgloss. Looking back at me, she mumbles. " I don't care for your problems Mia and you don't have to explain to me why you were puking out your guts in there. It's not any of my business. "

Rolling her eyes, she started applying her lipgloss.

Well then. That was at least better than her acting like she cared and throwing question