AMARA'S POV
Her eyes roam all-over me with disdain before she masks it with her perfect smile. Always acting innocent, and that's what I hate about her.
Nina.
She stood with her little group of perfect friends. The moment their eyes landed on me, they went silent. Then one of them laughed, pointing right at me.
“Wow, look at this! Amara actually trying to be sexy? What happened, did someone finally f**k you?”
The others burst out laughing.
Another girl leaned close to Nina, pretending to whisper but loud enough for me to hear. “Guess she’s just a b***h after all.”
The laughter got louder, and my heart sank.
“Stop it, guys,” Nina said, putting on her soft voice, the one that always fooled everyone. She even gave me a sad little look. “She’s my sister…”
But her lips curled. I caugh
