The moment Tara's eyes landed on me as she turned the curve, the air shifted and rippled with resentment.
She arched a perfectly shaped brow, her lips curving into a smirk that screamed petty triumph. Her cheerleader clique flanked her like backup dancers in a bad music video, arms folded and smugness radiating like cheap perfume.
"Well, well, look who decided to crawl out of her lonely little swamp," Tara said, tilting her head.
I straightened my spine and looked at her in the eye while feeling grateful that I had worn my clothes already. Imagine them looking fancy in their cheerleader clothes while I was looking weird in a towel. It would have been embarrassing. I cleared my throat and said, "Didn't realize Eden Waters was hosting a convention for washed-up mean girls today."
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