Allie Brooks was in a stormy mood, her mind churning with anger and resentment. She didn't seek accolades, but watching Cher Waverly bask in the glory that wasn’t hers felt like a bitter pill to swallow.
The last lecture of the morning dragged on as Allie’s thoughts raced. Sitting in the same classroom as Cher, she couldn’t shake off the confrontation looming ahead. Once the class ended and the room emptied, Cher sauntered toward her with a smug smile that made Allie’s blood boil.
"Let me guess," Cher said, her tone dripping with faux concern, "you're furious with me for taking the credit you think you deserve."
Allie met her gaze, her voice sharp. "You think I hate you for that? No, Cher. I hate you because you're conniving and shameless."
Cher’s laugh was icy, her expression unapolog
