Head down, walk fast, I just need to make it to class. However, I don’t even make it halfway across the commons when I hear her voice, I swear she has a tracker up my ass. How is it possible she finds me every damn time?
“What the hell are you wearing?” Brielle snarls.
I don’t have time to react before she’s in front of me, surrounded by her usual pack of mean-girls-in-heat. Her eyes narrow on the hoodie. “That’s Lucas’s.” I don’t answer, choosing to ignore her. She mustn’t like it because she keeps flapping her gums yapping.
“Did you steal it from the locker room, freak? Or just rip it off his body after you begged him like the Omega slut you are?”
Her eyes narrow, glinting as she steps directly into my path, her perfectly styled hair bouncing with each step as she strides toward me.
