Genesis’s heart pounded in her chest, fear crawling over her skin like icy fingertips. Her eyes locked on her phone—dangling carelessly from Melanie’s fingers like it was something dirty or contagious. One wrong move and it would crash to the floor, shatter into a thousand pieces. The thought alone made Genesis feel frozen inside.
She couldn't let that happen. Kieran would be upset. Her eyes flicked to the girls around Melanie—her friends—laughing like this was some comedy show.
Melanie jostled the phone, her smirk widening with every little shake. Genesis watched, her stomach in knots, each motion a threat.
She took a careful step forward, reaching out. But Melanie lifted the phone higher. She was nearly five-eleven. Genesis barely made it to five-five.
Genesis rose on her toes, tryin
