Ava Taylor and her friends were seated at their usual spot in the coffee shop, laughter and light chatter surrounding them.
“I don’t feel sorry for her one bit. She had it coming,” Freya said with a dramatic grimace, stirring her coffee with a little too much force.
Ava shook her head gently. “I do feel sorry for her. I mean, yes, she’s arrogant and all that, but getting slapped by her boyfriend in front of the whole class? No one deserves that kind of humiliation.”
“I second that,” Caleb chimed in, earning a loud scoff from Freya.
“Try being nice for once, Freya,” Caleb teased, flashing a crooked grin.
In response, Freya lightly punched him in the stomach. “You better shut it if you don’t want me to rearrange your face.”
“Come on, I’m not even that bad,” she added with mock offense,
