When I slide into the backseat beside Sophie, she startles at the look on my face.
“What happened? Why do you look so pissed?”
“That f*****g b***h,” I growl, nearly shouting.
“She’s always watching us like a damn CCTV. I want her out of that house so bad.”
“Who?” Sophie asks, confused.
I realize she hasn’t met my stepsister yet, aka Freya 2.0.
“Don’t worry. I’ll introduce you to her later,” I say, patting her hand.
The car rolls through the gates, heading toward school.
Sophie and I split up once we arrive, our departments are in different buildings, but we exchange numbers so I can reach her later. As I wave goodbye, cheeks lifted in a bright smile, I spot Regina and Sharon heading my way.
I stifle a groan and turn to face them. Should I still hang out with these brats? Joh
