Chapter 16

Samara’s point of view

“Are you done?” I asked Olivia, who was busy arranging her things in the locker.

“Almost!” She mumbled loud enough for me to hear. “Make it fast, we have only five minutes left for the class.” I said, pulling my hair into a ponytail. 

“You look better with your hair down, baby tigress.” I already know the irritating owner of the voice, so I didn’t turn to see, ignored him and tightened the grip of my rubberband on my hair. These are freaking my hairs, I can do with them whatever fuck I want…!

“It’s done,” Olivia announced and we started to leave for the class. Suddenly I felt a hand on my hair and within a microsecond a sharp pull. All my hair was on my shoulder, messed up and the