Olivia
“What’s your problem, Angela?!” I almost shouted, curling my hands up into fists as I stood before her. She was taller than me, but I didn’t care. I was tired of being made to feel small.
Angela looked a bit surprised by my sudden outburst. “Calm down, Olivia,” she said with a wry chuckle. “Should I call security? Do you need some antipsychotic meds or something?”
I could feel anger bubbling up inside of me, and a low growl almost rumbled in my throat.
“Don’t play dumb, Angela,” I snarled, pointing my finger at her. “You were nasty at the hunt for no reason. We haven’t even spoken since, what, middle school? What is your problem with me?
Angela's judgmental sneer cut through my body like a knife. Her words dripped with malice and hatred. "You're just a dirty cheater who stole N
