ELENA
“One last time, Elena, and this will all be over,” I mutter as I glide toward the car. The gravels crunch under the rushing weight of someone before I glance behind. Rosa slams her shoulders into mine, easing her way in front of me before shoving her body into the front seat. I cork my brow and throw a look at Drake. He stays quiet, rounding the fender and sliding into the driver’s seat.
I don’t know what I expected, whether he had suddenly grown a different body and was going to stand up to Rosa. I snicker. I know he isn’t going to stand up for me or call Rosa out on her bad behaviour.
Let’s get this over with.
I sigh and rest in the back seat. The static from the radio fills the awkward silence that reigns in the car. The window feels cold against my skin, my breath fogging the
