“Wh…at. What are you talking about?”
Her hand slams into the locker door beside my head, making me flinch.
“Don’t play dumb with me, bimbo. I’ve figured it out. I know all about your little game plan.”
When I don’t say anything in return, she scoffs.
“I don’t know why you can’t just stick to one boy. I knew it. From the time you went to that New Years party, you’ve been gunning for Oliver since then, haven’t you? No…even earlier than that.”
“That’sss not what—”
“But you ended up with Alex. Alex, of all people. But you’re still so fuckin’ unhappy, huh? Have to try to steal my boyfriend, too?”
I feel irritation bubbling in my chest. And usually, I would just let it go, not wanting to bother with people who don’t listen.
But I’m very done with this mess, and I don’t want anything more
