Freya’s P.O.V

“Shhh!” A boy spoke from next to her. “She might hear you!”

“So?” Another girl’s voice, this one different from the first. “She’s trash anyways! What is she even doing at the game? Occupying seats for no apparent reason.”

I was tempted to turn back and give this bitch a piece of my ‘trash’ mind, but I held my tongue. It really wasn’t my problem that ‘they’ had a problem with me. And besides, it’s not like they would say anything new that I ...