Chapter Thirty Seven

“Is this for real? Are my eyes deceiving me?”

“No way, that is so not happening.”

“Welp, it already is.”

The gossip and whispers continue all around them as Agatha and Augustus make their way across the parking lot and towards her car, a smug smile on her face as she shields her eyes with her sunglasses, while Augustus scurries behind her with her bag in his hands, wiping the bruises on his face.

Taking in a deep breath, Sam storms towards Agatha and her new minion, her chin raised up. “Agatha what is the meaning of thi-“

“Later bitch.” Is all Agatha says as she makes her way to her car before turning around and waiting for Augustus to reach her. Meanwhile Sam just stands there like as if she just bit her own tongue, glaring daggers at Augustus as he passes by her.

Taking her bag from his hand, Agatha gestures him to take the driver’s seat. “Get in, you are driving me.”

But the boy makes no attempt to move as he begins fidgeting with his jacket cuffs, looking down at the floor w