CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Anna's POV
Oh crap. Melissa.
That's right!
I was so engrossed in him that I had forgotten we were still standing by my locker, and people would absolutely be watching us.
"Were you going to kiss her?" Melissa asked again, her eyes watering. Jealousy was written all over her face.
"No, he wasn't," I defended, desperate to save my pride.
Her gaze snapped to me with pure hatred.
"I was about to," he smirked.
I stared at him in horror.
Was he crazy?
Did he know the kind of trouble he was about to put me in?
For goodness' sake, I'm going to fight this b***h in a week, and I don't even have a way to win yet.
Not that him saying otherwise would make her hate me any less.
"Why are you so close to her?" she asked bitterly, her gaze fixed on Evan, who looked comple
