Clarissa stormed across campus, her heels hitting the pavement like gunshots. Her long red hair bounced behind her in sharp waves, and her jaw was clenched tight. Usually, she soaked in the stares she got—guys turning their heads, girls whispering. But today? She didn’t care.
She was too angry.
All because of Jasmine.
That annoying, pathetic girl had embarrassed her again, in front of everyone.
Clarissa’s friends trailed after her like nervous little shadows. None of them dared to speak—until one tried.
“Clarissa, maybe we should—”
“Leave me alone,” she snapped, eyes still straight ahead. Her voice was sharp and cold.
The girls backed off immediately. They knew better.
Clarissa took a deep breath, trying to keep herself from exploding. She hated feeling small, and she especially hated that it was Jasmine who inflicted this feeling on her. Jasmine was always supposed to be weaker, stupider, than her.
