Anderson's POV
Anger coursed through me as I turned and saw them—Daniel, the leader of the bullies, flanked by his lackeys, Jason and Maxwell. Lila and Tasha had told me their names.
They closed the gap between us with cocky strides, Daniel's gaze sweeping over my car like it offended him just by existing.
“So, it’s really yours just like they said, uh?" Daniel sneered.
I shoved my hands casually into my pockets, meeting his stare without flinching. “Yes. Is that supposed to be a problem?”
He scoffed, tilting his head slightly. “I bet you are just pretending it is yours to impress the girls, aren't you?" And judging by their faces..." He glanced at the girls with thinly veiled disgust, “…it’s obviously working.”
I didn’t need to turn to know the sting his words left on them. That w
