Talia’s Point of View
“You told my mom,” I whined as if I was still a 16 year old high school student whose best friend had just tattled on her. Now if we were still back in high school, Corey would have hung her head and shame and leaned back against the door frame, or downright fled the scene of the crime before I could so much as glare at her. We were older now though, and maybe it was because of my erratic behaviour today, but Corey just stood there, staring me down as if to tell me I was the one in the wrong here.
“Of course she told me, sweetheart! You just got here and you were in such distress when you arrived,” My mother tried to soothe me, as if I wasn’t also currently in a state of distress trying to get out of here. She stepped closer to me, placing her palm over my hand as I
