Autumn’s POV
When I saw Agatha standing near my room so early in the morning, acting like we were friends and waiting for me to come out, I just knew something was off.
She had that fake smile again. The kind she always wore when she was planning something behind my back. Why else would she be up this early, dressed neatly in her school uniform, and acting like she suddenly cared whether we went to school together or not?
I didn’t even say anything to her. I just looked straight ahead and walked past her like she didn’t exist.
I heard her footsteps behind me as I went down the stairs, but I didn’t turn back. I wasn’t going to let her start the day on her own terms. She’s probably hoping to trap me in one of her fake conversations so she can feel powerful.
No way.
The driver was alrea
