I stopped mid-step and turned slowly, my body reacting before my mind could even catch up. For a second, I considered ignoring it, just keeping walking, pretending I didn’t hear, and pretending it wasn’t her. But something in the way she called my name, like she was certain, like she knew I would stop, that alone made my jaw tighten. Slowly, I turned around. And there she was, exactly as I remembered, bitchy, with that stupid grin on her face. She looked as if she had stepped out of one of those glossy posters advertising thongs and bras, where everything looked effortless and unreal at the same time.Her blonde hair fell neatly over her shoulders, barely touched by the wind. Her posture was straight and proud, like she owned whatever space she stepped into.And her eyes locked on me, amused.Of course.“Didn’t think you’d actually stop,” she said, her lips curling slightly with a mockery smirk.I crossed my arms instinctively. “What do you want?”She tilted her head, like she was stu
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