Loren POV
“What’s her name?” I asked Riley, pointing at the redhead.
“That is Delilah Montegue: a walking embodiment of every mean girl trope to ever exist on film,” Riley said as he noticed me eyeing her with a look of distaste.
“She gets what she wants and gets extremely vengeful when she doesn’t,” he shrugged.
I watched as Delilah cheered Alex on. She even “accidentally” rode up her skirt and basically showed her panties in Alex’s direction, but quickly enough for no one to assume it was intended.
But I could tell that it was purposeful. I was doubtful at first, but now I was certain; I had met many girls like her before. They had an air to them that just couldn’t be missed.
My blood began to boil. Maybe I was overreacting, but who cares? The only word echoing in my head was “MINE” as she kept her hand on my boyfriend for what felt like ages.
