Amanda's words froze on her lips when her eyes locked on Ulva, the new girl. The very same girl Sumaya had apparently beaten to a pulp—if the buzzing rumors in the school were anything to go by.
Amanda's brows furrowed, a mixture of annoyance and surprise flashing across her face. Her free hand curled into a fist at her side, while the other remained caught in the firm grip of her assailant — Ulva. "What the hell do you want?" she snapped, yanking her arm free with a sharp tug.
Ulva leaned casually against one of the desks, arms crossed over her chest, staring Amanda down like she was something stuck to her shoe. The flickering fluorescent light above cast sharp shadows on her face, emphasizing the cold, predatory gleam in her eyes. The way she looked at her—like she was beneath her—made Amanda's blood boil.
Seriously? Was everyone out to annoy her today?
