Riley’s pov
I walked straight to my locker and started to unpack my things when I noticed Claire heading my way. Quickly, I buried my face in my locker, pretending not to notice her.
“Hey, Riley,” she said, her voice sickly sweet. The fake friendliness was obvious from a mile away, but I knew that smile wasn’t real.
I slowly lifted my head, glancing at her before turning back to face my locker.
“I know you’re still upset about everything, but it was all just a misunderstanding,” she said, extending a small card toward me. "To show that there are no hard feelings, here’s an invite to my party. People would kill to get one, but I’m giving it to you. Think of it as my way of apologizing."
She placed the invitation on my desk before walking away, her entourage trailing behind her like obe
