#Chapter 64 Flicka
Flicka was in control. She could salvage this. Claudia retaining her backbone even when no one was nearby to help her waddle around had been unexpected, but Flicka wasn't immune to miscalculations. Of course she could make a mistake here and there.
But really, Claudia acting brave and swaggering around when the whole campus was watching was one thing. After all, those who wanted brownie points with Evan would come to her rescue like she was some fragile damsel in distress, so of course the half-breed had gone all-out when they'd last fought. This time was supposed to have been different. There was no one around in the greenhouse to back the half-breed up, just her and Flicka. How dare the bitch slap her! That dirty, ugly, miserable little...
