Mayella POV:
Exiting the classroom with my bag slung over my shoulder, I was greeted by the setting sun casting a warm, orange glow on the courtyard. The effervescent light splashed onto Arabella and Maxmillian, lending them an ethereal appearance—like bloody celestial beings descended from heaven just to annoy me.
"What a nauseating sight," I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes as Arabella sauntered toward me.
Arabella's heels clicked in a rhythmic pattern that sounded like Morse code for 'trouble.'
"Mayella, darling," she simpered, "Is the gossip they're spouting on the school forum true?"
She reached for my hand, as though attempting to fabricate a Kodak moment right then and there. I withdrew my hand abruptly, glaring at her.
"Don't. Bloody. Touch me."
Caught off guard, A
