CHAPTER NINETEEN
THE BATHROOM WAR
ROCHELLE
I should have known peace never lasted long in my life.
The next morning started off just fine. Mom had packed me extra muffins, and for once, I didn’t dread coming to school. Ryker had left early for some meeting, and Evander had promised to text me later about my “new job.”
Everything was going great until I saw Sophia standing at the end of the hallway with her little army.
Her perfect curls bounced as she leaned against a locker, her pink glossed lips curved in that familiar, hateful smirk. I didn’t have to guess who she was waiting for. The moment our eyes met, her smile turned sharp.
“Rochelle,” she purred, dragging out my name like poison.
I stopped walking. My stomach dropped.
Behind her, a few of her friends whispered something,
