On campus, her rivals—the girls she despised—had also joined in the trend, sharing their own images. They garnered fans and admiration for their charm and vibrancy.
Jealousy simmered in Nicole’s eyes as she glared at her screen, where their pictures were splashed across their school’s digital wall.
With her fiery determination rekindled, Nicole turned her frustrations on me once again.
"I want to show everyone I’m better than them," she declared. "My pictures are way more stunning. Why are you pretending to care? Give me the money to ride in Alba City!"
Her obsession burned brighter than reason. She was relentless, stomping through the house like a tempest, pleading, demanding and manipulating. She pouted and whined like a spoiled child, clinging to the hope that I would cave as I had before.
But I stood firm.
I frowned and said, "Do you even know how dangerous it is? The wind has been strong lately and night riding isn’t safe."
Nicole didn’t wait for me to finish before flying into another rage. "I’m going, whether you like it or not!" she shrieked.