“So, you’re the new girl,” she says with a hand on her hip. Typical mean girl stance—I would laugh if it was any more cliché. “Yep, that would be me,” I say in a bored tone. “So glad we had this chat, but I have ducks to save.” Jimmie chuckles quietly from behind me. “Our chat hasn’t even started. I heard you had fun with one of our guys’ cars this morning.” “Nope, wrong person. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I match her stance, flipping my dark hair over my shoulder as an added touch. “Don’t play stupid with me, new girl. They’re our guys—you mess with them, you mess with us.”
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