The week moved faster than I could say, "The week was crazy fast." Even in my dreams, all I could think about was how I would sleep in. So, you can imagine my surprise when I was woken up at eight in the freaking morning.
I opened my eyes and glared at the stupid motherfreaking witch who had the guts to wake me. My eyes locked with Laila’s, and I scowled. This was officially worse than being woken up by a call from my father.
“Get up, you stupid b***h. Your fiancé wants me to take you to my hair salon.”
Fiancé? Was she talking about Ashton? Why the hell did everyone think I’d magically get along with Laila just because we were close in age?
To be honest, I did want to make friends—but not with a gold-digger who judged me for something she assumed I was doing. I mean, I could like him f
