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Ava's POV

I began to hurry away from Logan and that stupid bitch with my fingers coiled into a tight fist before am tempted to punch her right in the middle of that stupid face of hers.

Freaking Skank?

She dared to referred to me as a skank?

Haah!

If there is any one with an attitude of a fucking skank between the both of us tonight, then it was totally her and not me, with that freaky looking dress she was putting on.

I mean, who put on an all round yellow dress on yellow then goes around looking like the sun in summer.

No wonder, Logan had...