Abigail’s POVThe whole day had been a buildup of excitement, like a storm forming in the distance, and I couldn’t wait to unleash it at night. "Oops, it’s going to be a big fight tonight," I whispered to myself in front of the mirror that morning, biting down softly on my lip gloss as a smirk tugged my lips.I felt fantastic, more than fantastic, and right now, I felt dangerous. Tonight wasn’t just another party. Tonight was a test, a game I had crafted so carefully in my head. A game where Alex, my oh-so-arrogant stepbrother, would lose his composure. I wanted him to burn, to crumble, to go gaga for me—and I was determined to make it happen.At school, I walked with a swing in my hips deliberately, making sure that every step echoed confidence. I didn’t just walk; I glided like I owned the hallways. My crop top pressed against my skin, my jeans hugging me tightly, and my ponytail bouncing as though it had its own rhythm. Students turned, whispering behind me. I wasn’t oblivious….
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