Bianca’s POV
I couldn’t believe this b***h was actually doing this. Aria stayed on the floor like I’d knocked her out cold, hand pressed to her cheek, eyes all wide and teary. My slap hadn’t even been that hard. She was pretending. Playing the victim right in front of everyone, and no one had heard the nasty little threat she whispered in my ear. My blood boiled so hot I wanted to kick her while she was down.
“Get up,” I snarled, grabbing her arm and yanking hard. “Stand up from the ground and stop pretending. What you got was nothing. Stop acting like I killed you.”
She didn’t move. Just stayed there, limp, letting the whole hallway stare. Phones were already out, kids whispering and filming. My stomach twisted. I used to not give a f**k about public opinion. Let them talk. But afte
