“Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
“You’re too cowardly to do that, Nika.”
I wince.
Annika gasps. “No, you didn’t just call me that!”
“Totes did.”
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“Can you even reach my shoulder, midget?”
Annika gasps again. “Youbitch!”
Then she lunges at her, but before she can actually hit her, Maya’s clone appears and pushes Annika back when she stands in front of the original Maya.
She’s wearing a black dress, heavy-looking boots, and her blonde ponytail is held together with ribbons.
Twin sister.
If they had the same style, no one would be able to figure out who is who.
“Stay out of this, Mia,” Annika snarls. “Your sister called me Nikaanda midget. Today is her funeral.”
The newcomer, Mia, glares back at her sister, who’s smiling in a gloating way and studying her manicured nails. “What? She said I was a bitch, and while I am sometimes, I wasn’t just now. She was being a busybody.”
Mia signs something to her sister and Maya sighs deeply. “I’m not apologizing. If you look her name up, Nika is really a nickname and sheisactually short. Not my fault she doesn’t have my sublime legs.”
Mia stares at Annika and signs.
“Nope.” Annika lifts a hand. “Not hearing your apology. Take your clone and leave. Also, you’ll only marry my brother over my dead body, Maya. I swear to Tchaikovsky.”
Maya grins. “R.I.P. then,midget.”
“You little—” Annika lunges at her again and Maya only makes a face as Mia tries to singlehandedly break up the fight, signing with intense energy.
In the middle of the whole show, the person who caused this, Jeremy, remains in the same relaxed position against his bike.
Still staring at me in that unnerving, chill-inducing way.
I break eye contact before I’m roped into whatever trap he’s laying for me.
For some reason, I always feel like he’s plotting chaos or scheming against me.
As if he wants to prove a point by making sure I know that he doesn’t care. That no matter how much I learn about him, it’ll all be for nothing.
That I shouldn’t trust him, like he told me.
Well, I’m just not going to let that happen without some form of resistance.
I tell Annika I’m going to the shelter, but she’s too busy verbally sparring with Maya to hear me.
Still, I turn around and leave, feeling awkward at first, then I lift my chin and try to look normal while carrying a fluffy bag and a glittery cup that don’t fit with my jeans, shirt, and backpack.
Finally, about five minutes later, Annika catches up to me and I can be rid of her super girly belongings.
“That bitch.” She breathes heavily, then takes an aggressive drink of her juice as she falls in step with me. “Can you believe that she said she won’t only marry Jeremy but she’ll alsomakeme a maid of honor? The audacity, the nerve, the gumption!”