My rainbow-haired nemesis, the one I had the good sense to avoid earlier, has decided that one pizzaslice is not enough for her. She tugs on my pizza, hard, almost ripping it away from me.
Suddenly, something spikes in me, wild and angry and reckless.
The men catcalling. The extended looks. Licked lips. Ruben grabbing me. Damon undoing his pants.Mom’s endless stare.
You’re ours, ours to do with as we please, it’s our world, don’t say anything, you can’t sayanything, you can’t do anything! That’s what my life seems to be saying to me, over and over again,for as long as I can remember.
I’m f*****g sick of it.
“That’s mine!” I yell, and clamp my hands onto the pizza so that, despite Rainbow Hair’s tearing, sheonly gets a thin sliver of crust.
The surprise throws up her
