"I love Drake,” she says, once we’re alone. “And he loves me.”
I look up, her words are like a slap to the face.
"What?" I ask.
She laughs, a slow, mean sound. "I love Drake and he loves me,” she repeats the words I can’t fully understand.
A deep heat starts to curl from my stomach, moving into my limbs. I can feel my nails growing slightly into claws, the skin around my mouth tightening.
"I've loved him since before he even knew you existed,” Mallory says.
The heat rises up my throat to my cheeks now. I can feel my eyes turning yellow.
"You don't know anything about me or Drake,” I snarl.
"I know everything I need to know." Her eyes glitter, her mouth stretches into a wide, vicious smile. "I know you're trying to steal him away from me."
"I'm not trying to steal him away from any
