Don’t Tell Our Parents
I leaned my head against the cold metal door of the stall, squeezing my eyes shut as I fought the urge to burst out the door and rip her extensions out right then and there.
The sheer delusion was insane. She literally ruined my life, stole the guy I was with for two years, and tried to get me attacked at a party—and somehow, in her twisted little brain, I was the villain because she had an unrequited crush on Lael?
It was laughable. It was totally, completely unhinged.
"Let's just go," Chloe grumbled, her voice fading as the heavy bathroom door started to swing open. "I can't even stand thinking about her ugly face right now."