Alexandra's POV I stepped into the pool party uninvited, ignoring the stares that followed me. I knew why they were looking; thanks to Davis, my stepbrother, my personal writings, embarrassing, intimate things I’d never meant for others to see, had become everyone’s entertainment. My fists clenched as I pushed through the crowd, eyes fixed only on him. There he was, laughing, carefree, while I was barely holding myself together. “What the hell are you doing…” he started, but before he could finish, my fist connected with his face. “You worthless jerk,” I spat, oblivious to the stares and the whispers that were growing louder around us. “Who’s she?” someone muttered. “The girl with the lusty diary. Freak,” another voice chimed in, the insult piercing through me. I wanted to say something back, but the words stuck in my throat. Maybe confronting Davis here, in front of everyone, had been a mistake. But I was here now. Davis smirked. “You hear that? Freak. If I were you, I’d leave
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