June's POV:
I slam my fist against the fucking window, my palm hitting the glass so hard that the sound of it rings in my ears. "Stop! Fucking stop!" I bang against it again, louder this time, my heart pounding in my chest like it's going to burst out of my ribs. "Justin! Look at me! Don't you dare fucking drive off like this!" The sound of my palm hitting the glass is sharp and frantic, my heart racing as I beg with everything inside me for him to just look at me. Please.
But he doesn't even look at me. Doesn't even acknowledge me.
The fucking bastard just pulls away.
He drives off without a single glance, without even sparing me the decency of a second's thought.
I stop. My body freezes, a sick, burning sensation crawling up from my stomach to my throat, choking me with the realization that I've been rejected.
Rejected.
