Freya was sprawled on her bed when I got to the room, her legs crossed. She was scrolling through her phone with a dramatic frown that screamed boredom.
She looked up when I stepped in, still damp with sweat and exhaustion from basketball practice, and arched a brow.
"So? How was it? Did you dunk someone's head into the court or what?"
I snorted, dropping my bag with a dull thud. "It was… fine. Sort of. Alicia was there. And Valeria..." My tone dripped with disdain.
"Valeria tried to literally sprain my ankle. Stepped on me like I was some kind of bug."
Freya's nose wrinkled as if Valeria's name left a bad taste on her tongue. "Ugh, that girl. Of course she did. She's basically a human mosquito. Annoying, useless, and always buzzing where she doesn't belong."
She rolled her eyes, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. "You should just ignore her. She thrives on attention, and trust me, you are now her favorite punching bag because—"
