“Wannabe bitch,” whispers Claire, the girl from the other day, as she passes me by. While I usually don’t give them the time of day, I’m on the edge of myself, and I don’t allow bitches to walk all over me. So what if I started this for a plan? Everyone needs to know their damn place. “Hey you.” I stop, forcing Ronan to halt too. The girl and her friend glare back at me then bat their lashes at Ronan. “If you have something to say, why don’t you speak out loud for everyone to hear?” My voice is calm, neutral even. I realise a small crowd has started to gather, but I couldn’t care less. This
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