Hephzibah's POV“I want you to push a good narrative about me. Tell everyone you saw it with your own eyes—how Newton forced me to bring that alcohol to the party. I mean, it's the best shot,” he said, admiring himself in the mirror beside him.“Fine. I’ll push the narrative,” I said sharply, feeling a judah against my own stepbrother.“Wait, I’m not done yet, Miss Glasses,” he added, pulling me back.“I think I deserve a date, you know, as additional compensation.” He leaned in, his mouth drew close to mine.I could never imagine myself going on a date with my worst enemy.Slap He held his cheek, his eyes so red. “Did you just slap me?” he asked angrily, his face so red.“I can push any narrative for you,” I said coldly, staring at his disgusting lips, “but on a date with you? I would rather die and rot in hell.”He smiled. “You might be the one begging on your knees to date me,” he chuckled.“Shut up, moron,” I warned and walked out of the locker room, heading straight to the schoo
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