Isabella’s POV
“Did you not hear me, cow?” Bryanna said all snarky.
“I’m sorry, did you say something, Bryanna?” I responded.
“Yes, Moo Cow,” she laughed. “You’d better learn your place.”
“What are you talking about, Bryanna?” I asked, perplexed.
“Where did you go with Zander yesterday?” Bryanna questioned, crossing her arms.
“Some of the players decided to teach me how to throw a football. Of course, I already knew how to, so we ran some plays,” I advised. “Zander walked me home, and then later I tutored him for about an hour. I’m kind of shocked that you’re so obsessed with me that you need to know my schedule,” I smirked.
You could see the steam radiating from Bryanna because she was pissed off. I actually found it quite amusing.
“Listen here, you little b*tch,” Bryanna ye
