(Clara’s POV)
I knew the moment I stepped into the hallway that I wasn’t alone.
It didn’t hear a sound or a movement. It was a feeling. The kind that settled at the back of your neck, make the hair on your skin stand and refuse to let go.
It was like someone was watching and waiting for me.
I tightened my grip on my bag and kept walking, trying to ignore it.
“Clara.” I heard someone say. The voice was familiar, one of the voices I had quickly come to dislike.
I stopped in my tracks to face the person who always made my day a lot worse.
I turned slowly to find Roxie leaning against the wall, her arms were crossed neatly over her chest like she had been there for a while……waiting for me.
“Were you waiting for me?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral.
Her lips curved into a small, poli
