OLEANDER
I could never catch a break in my life.
I'd known that since the day I first stepped foot into Stanton College, practically inviting every bully with a sign written across my forehead:
"Hi, I'm Oleander Collins. I love being bullied. Come ruin my life."
I learned to live with it until now.
Not when Dante was the one after me. The bane of my existence.
I snatched the painkiller off the counter as fast as I could and shoved it into the pocket of the sweatshirt I wore, head down, eyes avoiding the camera as I backed out of the pharmacy.
I guessed it was a good thing that Dante had allowed me to go out today. It wouldn't have been possible if Celina hadn't begged him. Although he only agreed we could go to the market for groceries, he asked Hex to follow us as a bodyguard, I suppose.
But I knew it was to keep an eye on me. I couldn't care less, though.
