Aria
I had no idea why I was doing this. What went through my mind that I had to step in, again? Provoking Charlotte to fight with me in the basketball gym, where students were gathered around us. Her two minions were with her, and the Filipina freshman, whose name was Rubylyn, was behind me. She was a petite and a bit timid girl, who was picked on by the trio just because she happened to have the same outfit as Denise. I heard it was from a known brand’s limited summer edition—a pair of blue-green ripped-on-the-knees jeans and a spaghetti tank top with slightly plunging V-neckline and silver buttons.
“Aria… I don’t think this is a good idea,” Rubylyn whispered, learning my name through Charlotte.
