Anna's POV
It's been almost a week since Courtney and I walked out the doors to the café, leaving behind the McKay brothers and feeling pretty damn sure of ourselves. Now, as I stood at the doors to the main assembly hall, my breath hitched a bit and my feelings were anything but damn sure.
"What's the matter, Anna? Something on the other side to be afraid of?" Jessica's shrill laughter sent all the blood raging to my head and I spun around, my right fist swinging hard.
Her face is a mask of pale plastic as my fist shakes slightly just a breath away from her perfectly crafted nose. I let my lip tug up into a smirk as a single bead of sweat rolled down her temple. Or was that a tear? I leaned in close, my fist never wavering from her face.
"I'd be careful how loosely you wag that tongu
