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Then I walk into the class, only to find my twin sister sitting in the dead center of a nearly full room.
“Oli—” I almost say her name, but manage to catch myself. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she responds, as if it’s a totally normal thing for us to run into each other.
There is an empty seat next to her. I move to take it, but her arm comes up to block my path.
“Sorry, I’m saving this one,” she murmurs with a sugary smile. “There’s probably an empty desk in the back.”
I don’t need to look to know that the curious gazes of everyone in the room are on us.
“Saving it for who?” I challenge.
She tilts her head to the side as if thinking about it. “Someone else.”
Nervous twitters greet that statement.
I spare a quick glance around the room, noting the eyes that are alight with obvious interest. The mouths that are twisted into smirks as attention pings back and forth between us.
This is high drama between alpha bitches who also happen to be sisters. I might be the one ostensibly pledging Havoc House, but it’s only taken a day for Olivia to establish herself as a force to be reckoned with.
And she isn’t the one everyone considers to be an opportunistic whore.
Judging from the stares, now is not the time for us to work anything out.
I plaster a smile on my face so wide that it makes my lips ache. “No problem.”
Class starts almost immediately after I get to my chair. Obviously, no one shows up to claim the seat that Olivia had been saving. She has firmly established to everyone watching that the two of us are not on good terms.
This is a lower-level philosophy class and actually seemed mildly interesting when I registered for it. But I barely hear anything that the professor is saying. My entire attention is focused on the back of my sister’s head. Every time she idly tosses her hair over her shoulder, I want to strangle her.
Why the hell is she doing this?
I catch up with her in the hallway after class. Ignoring the crowd, I grab her arm and yank her toward an alcove where we have a slightly smaller chance of being overheard.
“What the hell is your problem?”
She yanks her arm out of my grip and smooths down her shirt, like my touch is enough to wrinkle it. “I don’t have a problem. Do you?”
“My problem is you deciding to play some mean girl game with me.” I try my best to keep the hurt out of my voice, though I’m sure she hears it. All I’ve done for the past eight months is think about what I would give to have her back. Now, Olivia is here, and she wants nothing to do with me. “I let you be me, you don’t have to act like a total bitch.”
“Oh, you let me? Or maybe you just waltzed in here and took everything I had because you wanted a distraction from your own pathetic life.”
“Olivia—”
She cuts me off with a jerking motion of her hand. “I’m Evangeline, remember. Apparently, that means I do whatever I want, when I want. And I don’t care about anyone but myself.”
“I get it. You hate me. Enough, okay.”
Her gaze narrows on my face. “As long as you’re still here, it won’t ever be enough.”
“I don’t want it to be like this between us,” I plead. “Please, just tell me how I can fix it.”
Her eyes close for a brief second. When she opens them again, her gaze is as cold as ever. “Just stay out of my way.”
A chill works its way up my spine. “Stay out of your way for what?”
Olivia turns on her heel and walks away without bothering to answer.
