RHEA’S POV
If you thought it was Mia, you are so damn correct.
As I turned to face her, there she stood, arms crossed, our school T-shirt on her. Then with a smirk on her face, she approached me.
“Hi, I’m Mia, the new transfer student.”
It had to be a joke. We were mid-class, and there was no way she could transfer in right now.
“Don’t worry your little head, Rhea. When you’ve got money, everything is possible.” Mia said with a smile, already walking away. “See you in class.” Then she turned and left.
I sat back down. Could the day get any worse?
I thought it was some kind of joke until I went for my next class and she was already seated, legs crossed, her hair impossible to miss with the way it shimmered.
“What’s up?” Lyra asked, and I went ahead to tell her everything.
“You mean
