*Pryce's Point of View*
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I can't believe it, how can she be so close with the academy's real bitch, Andrea Montgomery? They even ate together during this lunch break. I totally hate them. Ugh!
Shit, I swear that freak is really playing with my emotions.
I am so not in the mood today to talk to her. And now, she's here at the parking lot and standing right in front of my car.
So, I told her to move along because she's blocking the way.
She stared at me for a while, maybe in shock that I was being so rude to her right now. Well, I don't care. I'm mad at her.
I went to my car and as I was about to enter, she also went to the passenger seat and told me that she needs to hide.
So, she ended up with me here inside my car. What a fucking awkward situation?
I composed myself and finally found my voice.
"Get out of my car. Now!!" I half-yelled. I'm a little pissed off. Not so little, but maybe just enough.