Hot Body 27
Nyla “I hate her so much,” Susie growled, gnashing her teeth as we walked out of the classroom. “I wish you had let me at her. I would’ve pulled every strand of that fake hair off her scalp.” I chuckled softly, even though the sticky feeling of juice still clung to my skin. “It’s fine, really. I’m okay.” We stepped outside into the afternoon sun. The campus was buzzing with students heading to their next activities. I turned to Susie, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. “Aren’t you going for cheerleading rehearsal?” I asked. Susie stopped walking and frowned at me like I had lost my mind. “Are you crazy, girl? After what that bully just did to you, you expect me to go smile and shake pom-poms with her? No way.” “Oops,” I said, realizing how thoughtless that sounded. I reach
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