Chapter 20
A New Enemy
(Esha’s POV)
Sasha Winthrop had made it her mission to make my life miserable, and she was doing a damn good job of it.
Ever since that stupid run-in with Andy in the quad, she’d decided that I was fair game. Everywhere I went, she was there—smirking, whispering, finding new and creative ways to remind me that I didn’t belong, that I was a nuisance in her carefully curated world.
It started with the small things: pointed looks when I walked into a room, not-so-subtle whispers to her friends whenever I passed by. And then it escalated—bumping into me in hallways, sneering comments about how I looked tired, or how I “clearly wasn’t doing well.” The most recent addition to her arsenal? Calling me by my last name in that same, mocking tone that Andy used, like she
