NINA'S POV
It’s been hell for days.
The house has been oddly quiet… too quiet. Not after what happened. Mum and Dad have been avoiding me like I’m some ticking bomb, probably scared I’ll ask about Amara.
I won’t.
Not yet.
I picked up my phone, scrolling lazily. Videos flooded my screen, memes of the sassy girls, almost naked, faces blurred, bodies exposed for the whole school to laugh at.
I chuckled.
Good.
Those bitches deserved it.
They dared turn their backs on me.
“Fools,” I muttered, flinging the phone aside.
Boring. Everything is boring.
I groaned, standing up and slipping into my flip-flops. That was it. I was done waiting.
I don’t care, I’m going to talk to them.
I walked downstairs and found them seated on the couch, stiff, tense. Mum stood up immediately when she saw
