“Sophia’s POV”

I froze, every muscle within me locking.

“New what?” I asked, my voice thinner than I wanted.

The girl moved, leaning casually against the banister with a premiscious smirked mounting om her face. Her lipstick looked like a dangerous shade of crimson and her black hair fell in glossy waves that framed a sharp jawline. She seemed very confident and in control—like she was the kind of girl who never walked into a room unnoticed.

She dragged her eyes slowly over me, ...