CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Just as we got to my locker, I saw Melissa there. I had the strong urge to roll my eyes.
Does she appear everywhere?
"Hi, b***h," Cynthia said in that annoying bitchy voice of hers.
"Good dogs don't block the road," someone said behind us.
I looked back to see Emma walking toward us.
Ella scoffed. "Another one of the bitches."
"And another one of the dogs," Stella fired back.
"I'm not here for one of your lapdog dramas. I'm just here to remind you it's a four-day countdown to your death match, b***h," Melissa said, looking at me.
"Oh, you mean the day you'll finally be humiliated?" Stella smiled.
"Don't worry about your tears. I've booked a truck full of tissues," Emma added.
"You..." Melissa looked shocked.
"Fine! Let's see who gets to cry when the time co
