I stood there, my arms crossed, watching Carlota and Gabriel walk away in front of the school. They were acting all lovey-dovey in front of everyone, which made the entire school talk about them. Just looking at them made my blood boil. It was as if they were too in love, which I hated the most.

“They’re so… so close,” one of my girls whispered behind me.

I turned to look at them. “Yes,” I said, my voice tight. “And that’s why we’re going to fix this. She thinks she's ...