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Mia wasn't exactly known for her sharp wit; she had a short fuse, especially when provoked. The snide remarks from a clique of

mean girls only fueled her rage as she grabbed Zoey by the hair, intent on slamming her head against the wall.

But, as if scripted by scosmic playwright, someone chose that moment to knock on the restroom door.

It was always the same. Just when she was getting her sadistic kicks, someone would interrupt her fun in the ladies’ room.

Mia rolled her eyes and let go of Zoey's hair.

"You got lucky this time," she hissed. "And lettell you something, sweetie, stop dreaming about my brother. He's way out of

your league."

With that, Mia flipped her hair disdainfully and glanced at her posse.

"Let's go."

"Mia, we're just gonna let her off, just like that?" one of the girls whined.

"People are coming. If word gets out, it won't look good for us," Mia replied curtly.

After all, Zoey was representing Star Movie Group, a company with sclout in the industry. If it got out that Mia and her crew

were bullying Zoey, there'd be hell to pay.

The Haskins family might help Mia squash the bad press, but she worried about her brother taking an interest in Zoey again, and

that could lead to a whole other set of problems.

the restroom whenever the mood struck and tormenting

and left Greenfield for

smug smile spread across Mia's face at the thought. Her future

like Zoey.

a stall the moment they'd opened the door. She expertly touched up her makeup and changed Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

her bag to conceal

meticulously wiped the stains from her neck with tissues, tossed the

when she was sure no one could tell what had happened did

leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.

lighting did little to obscure him from her recognition. She lowered her gaze, feigning composure

past without a

that made

met the sfate, even degrading herself by seeking him

to hear

Now, she had managed

made her heart sour.

to blbut herself for giving her heart

back to her car, but his voice stopped

you cause

felt like a punch to her gut. Anyone who knew Zoey even slightly would understand

much less go

made it clear he didn't know

squeezing her heart, her clenched

"No."

that could retract all feelings at the push

everything to possess it.