“I wasn’t fucking finished,” I snarl. “If you ever dare talk to my friend like that again, you’ll find your stuck-up ass on the ground, understood?” “You wouldn’t dare,” she hisses, stepping up to me, and I smirk. “Honey, you clearly have no idea who I am. Let me change that, shall I? I’m Blair Crew” —I see the recognition in her eyes— “and this girl behind me is my best friend.”
