Aria
As I approach Vanessa and her crew, I feel Mia practically vibrating beside me, like she’s gearing up for a battle. Her forced smile is so fake it could qualify as plastic, but hey, we all play the game differently. Vanessa and her pack of mean girls are laughing, probably over some dumbass joke that wouldn’t even make it to the blooper reel of a bad sitcom.
“Hello, Vanessa,” Mia says, voice dripping with fake sweetness.
Vanessa turns, her perfectly arched brow rising like she’s the queen of the universe. “What the f**k is this?” Her eyes land on me, and she smirks. “Oh my god. You dyed your hair blonde.”
A little smile tugs at my lips as I twirl a strand around my finger. “Yeah. I wanted a change, you know?”
“Is that why you came over here?”
“No, actually,” Mia interrupts bef
