Owen would be too smart to even think of doing that.
Right?
Again, she tried to ignore the cawing of the crows, the idling engine, the shifting eyes.
Steph put her focus back on the lock. She realized that her thumb had subconsciously landed on the number one.
That was it.
Cool.
One number left. Just one stinking number left, and she could ride away from these stupid girls and their stupid lives.
“Do you think I should ask Oliver out?” Loretta asked. She looked around at the Bitches. “I think I’m going to ask him out.”
The tiny puddles of sweat on the cement were piling up now, forming an obscure pattern of connect-the-dots. Steph’s cheeks felt flush with hot anger. She wanted to tell Loretta and her Bitches to stay the hell away from Owen and any other of Steph’s friends.
Not tha
