“This is not your business, Timothy.” Mary retorted.
“It is not yours, either. Now run along with your minions.” Timothy ordered.
“Nice car, Tiffany. I bet Shawn got it for you, because your broke father can't afford a car like that right now.” With that, Mary sashayed away.
“Thank you, Timo…” Tiffany made to say, but Timothy cut her short.“You have a lot to explain.”
“Timothy, wait up.” She made to run after him as he walked away, but thought against it. Students were still watching and she was late for class, so she turned in the direction of her class instead.
She got to class and sat down beside Freya. “Hey, Freya.”
Freya glanced at her before returning to the book she was reading.
“Look, I know you are angry at me but I can explain.” She tried to explain but a teacher entered
