Stephanie's POV
The steering wheel was hard under my hands. I was gripping it so tight my knuckles were white. I was so, so mad. First, running into Cane. That was bad enough. His words were still bouncing around in my head. Then, like a bad joke, Tiffany had to show up. Could this day get any worse?
Then I remembered it. The car door swinging open. Smacking right into Tiffany's side. Her falling on the dirty ground. A little laugh bubbled up out of me before I could stop it.
I looked over at Jolina in the passenger seat. "Why did you do that, baby? I could have handled Tiffany myself, you know."
Jolina smiled a tiny, sly smile. "Because I was annoyed at her trash talk." Then she rolled her eyes, just like a teenager.
I was surprised. "Okay then, attitude queen," I said, shaking my head. I got quiet again, staring at the road.
