Peach’s POV
Luckily for us, the driver managed to fix the issue, and we were able to go home. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that something weird was about to happen. The driver asked if I was okay several times, and I kept telling him I was fine. He wasn’t convinced, and who could blame him? The close encounter with Michael had left me visibly shaken. I had to mask this reaction before I got home; the last thing I needed was for my family to start asking questions.
As soon as I stepped inside, I headed straight to my room. Fortunately, no one else was home yet, even though I got home late. I buried my face in my pillow, and the images of Michael and that stupid smirk on his face replayed in my mind. Why does he hate me so much? I want nothing to do with him, yet he still finds wa
