Parsons, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. She scanned the b

tablet didn't just have her competition sketches; it held a hidden folder containing he

nch, reaching into her bag fo

what the cat

voice sliced throug

t rigid. She slow

e draped in a seasonal Chanel haute couture jacket, f

e, intentionally raising her voice

ashing with malice. "You're embarrassing the Copeland family, and you're def

ointing and whispering. Everyone knew the rumors a

reeping up her neck, but she refused

anie," Allie said coldly. She turned on

ions. The girl immediately stepped side

y move, a male voice called o

ll

pering students. He was wearing a casual des

hy, and completely oblivious to the fact that Brittanie had ano

you do it, Allie? Why did you sell yourself to a paraly

ce drained

g with panic. "You don't know what you're talking

Jerald's bruised ego. His emo

a crushing grip, trying to physically drag her aw

ly. Her cheap heels slipped on the cobblestone

ile. She smoothly pulled her phone from her purse, aimed the high-

so fiercely, Jerald

-balance Allie directly into his chest. For a

ked exactly like a desperate, passionate

snapped dozens of perfect

hands against Jerald's chest with every ounce of strength she had. Her fin

umbling backward,

campus security!" she screamed, pointin

ion. He took a step back, looking hurt and betrayed. "You

ted into cruel laughter. Someone yelled

Out of the corner of her eye, she

her like a freight t

lete those pictures!" A

two of Brittanie's minions s

her palms tore open, bleeding instantly, but she didn't feel the pa

triumph. She mouthed the words, You are dead, bef

d, leaving Allie sitting

led out her phone to call Vance. She

reen flashed the low battery icon an

massive engine echoed fr

ed her head. Her

ling like a mechanical beast waiting to strike, was