SOPHIA
“You guys are late.” Mama says. “Was everything alright?”
“Ask this one,” I say, pointing a finger at Abdallah.
Mama’s eyes widen at the way I talk. I mean, come on, Mom, don’t you know me already? I’m the daughter you can never be proud to have.
“I’m sorry,” she chastises to Abdallah. “For whatever she has done.”
Maybe I should call her Mom the Betrayer.
“You’re hurting my feelings,” I deadpan.
“Sophia, apologise─”
“No,” And there comes the hero. Mr. Perfect. “It was actually my fault.”
I cut him a stare that says ‘you are so full of crap’. He returns mine with one of his own. Stupid, gray eyes on me the entire time he talks to Mama.
“Oh, you are too nice to admit it, Abdallah. I knew you wouldn’t.” Mom, can you, like, stop talking?
I crunch my teeth together, glaring at
