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Phoebe Sinclair had a firm rule in life: No one gets to be mean to her little brother.
Sure, he was an absolute menace, a walking natural disaster when surrounded by his equally chaotic friends, and the kind of nerd who corrected your grammar mid-sentence. But only she got to bully him-everyone else? ðð§ð§-ððªð®ðªðµðŽ.
That included the new guy.
A guy who just so happened to be a bit handsome. Not in a ððªð§ðŠ-ð€ð©ð¢ð¯ðšðªð¯ðš, ð¥ð³ð°ð±-ðŠð·ðŠð³ðºðµð©ðªð¯ðš-ð¢ð¯ð¥-ðŽðžð°ð°ð¯ kind of way. More like a mild inconvenience to her ability to ignore him.
Actually, scratch that. He wasn't even in the top ten of the best-looking people she'd ever seen.
ðð°ð³ð³ðŠð€ðµðªð°ð¯: He didn't even make the podium.
ðð°ð³ð³ðŠð€ðµðªð°ð¯, ðµð¢ð¬ðŠ ðµðžð°: Billy Hargrove was an asshole and she was a delightful human being, so there was absolutely no reason she should be thinking about him.
At all.
ðð°ð³ð³ðŠð€ðµðªð°ð¯, ðµð¢ð¬ðŠ ðµð©ð³ðŠðŠ: WHY WAS HE SO INSANELY IRRITATING?!
And why, dear God, why, was she now assigned to tutor him?
In biology ð¢ð¯ð¥ chemistry.
If there was any mercy in this world, maybe the actual monster lurking around Hawkins would just eat her already and put her out of her misery.
ððªðððº ðð¢ð³ðšð³ð°ð·ðŠ ð¹ ðð³ðªðšðªð¯ð¢ð ððŠð®ð¢ððŠ ðð¢ðªð¯ ðð©ð¢ð³ð¢ð€ðµðŠð³.
ðð°ððð°ðžðŽ ððŠð¢ðŽð°ð¯ ððžð° ðµð©ð³ð°ð¶ðšð© ðð°ð¶ð³ ð°ð§ ððµð³ð¢ð¯ðšðŠð³ ðð©ðªð¯ðšðŽ.