Without making a conscious decision to do so, Drew grabbed a fistful of her ridiculous blond wig and tugged.
Some of her hair came with it and he felt a moment of satisfaction when she howled. Bianca’s real hair was a matted mess against her head. He looked at the wig in his hand and moved his gaze to the water fountain.
Bianca’s eyes widened. “Don’t do it. Don’t you dare.”
“Don’t do what? Don’t do this?” He dangled the wig above the fountain.
She raised her hands and crept toward him. “Just give it back, Drew, and we’ll be even. Okay?”
“Aaawww, is Bianca getting worried? Poor baby.”
“Come on.”
“Say you’re sorry.” He shook it up and down.
“What? No way.”
With a shrug, he tossed the wig into the water fountain.
