She shakes her head. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”
I scoffed at her, disappointed that someone like her was actually just a little sheep that was terrified of wolves like Atlas and Wes. I would think that with her confidence and whatnot she would actually be able to stand up to boys like them, but I was wrong. They were all the same suck ups and try-hards.
“I think we can both agree that this tour is pretty much over now.” I let Stefanie know–with obvious disapproval in my voice–that I wasn’t going to let myself be dragged by her absurd beliefs and claims.
She may be a queen or some s**t, but I’m starting to think it was a good thing I spilled that ice cream on her the first time.
What followed was an intense stare-off between the two of us. No words were exchanged as we just
