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Ava's POV

I began to hurry away from Logan and that stupid bitch with my fingers coiled into a tight fist before am tempted to punch her right in the middle of that stupid face of hers.

Freaking Skank?

She dared to referred to me as a skank?

Haah!

If there is any one with an attitude of a fucking skank between the both of us tonight, then it was totally her and not me, with that freaky looking dress she was putting on.

I mean, who put on an all round yellow dress on yellow then goes around looking like the sun in summer.

No wonder, Logan had to run away from her scary ass at the last minute before the dance.

Pssssh!

I didn't ask Logan to come dance with me. I was perfectly fine on my own before he came out of nowhere with that charming little smile of his.

Damn, why do I even think, that stupid smile of his was anything but charming. I must be getting all delusional again or something