CHAPTER FOURTY- FOUR
Melinda's pov
She sneered at me. "Sure you do. That's why you're wearing a sweater that costs more than I make in a week." She stood up, her voice rising. "You're a joke. A pathetic little rich girl trying to prove something by slumming it with us."
"I said leave her alone." Georgia stood too, positioning herself between us.
"Or what? You going to defend your new best friend?" Clarissa shoved Georgia aside, getting in my face. "Maybe someone needs to knock some sense into you. Teach you that you can't just waltz in here and take jobs from people who actually deserve them."
Something in me snapped. All the stress from yesterday, from my parents demanding money, from Kieran yelling at me, from feeling like I was drowning in a life I never asked for, it all came pou
