/Ayanna's POV/-Continuation
Allison was highly aware of her beauty — maybe a little too aware. In situations like this, she'd cross her legs, flash that practiced sultry smile at everyone around her. Warm, seductive, calculated. I always hated that. I could still smell the faint trace of her perfume in my memory—a sickly-sweet cloud that made my skin crawl.
Of course, people misinterpreted that confidence as her being friendly and welcoming.
"You're a fool sometimes, y'know that." I chuckled, sliding onto the sofa next to her. The faux comfort of the cushions did nothing to ease the unease coiling in my chest.
