Chapter 218 218.Basketball game

Tabitha’s POV

I kick open the nearest cubicle and shove her inside. Claire stumbles, crying out as I force her down onto her knees against the cold tile. Her face hangs inches above the toilet bowl, and I tighten my grip until she can barely move her head.

“Tabitha, what are you—!”

“Reed, Evren, ...

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