The meal was quite uncomfortable for me, not just because I inexplicably ended up with a so-called brother and was put at a disadvantage.
There was also Randy, who kept trying to serve me food, but I guarded my bowl tightly, not giving him a chance.
However, his overly obvious actions made others look at me with even more disdain, especially from Stella.
If looks could kill, I'd be dead a dozen times over by now.
I really wanted to tell her, control your boyfriend, and stop him from making unwarranted advances, okay?
After suffering through the meal, Randy suggested giving everyone a ride back to school, and amidst the screams and cheers of a group of girls, he started up the Mercedes.
"Winnie, aren't you coming?"
Seeing me hesitate to get in the car, Randy stood by the door with wh
