Leslie stopped breathing for a moment. The word ‘mate’ kept ringing over and over again in her mind.
Clenching her fists at her sides, she pierced her palms with her fingernails as she tried not to show any reaction.
She glanced at the woman who had a smug look on her face.
Raising her chin and straightening her shoulders, Leslie smiled, “Okay, and?”
“What?” The woman, Jessica, stared at her, the look of surprise on her face.
I bet she wasn't expecting that, she thought.
‘Don't let her get to you, don't let her get to you.’ Leslie repeated to herself.
Bullies had a knack for targeting your weak spot and Leslie vowed never to be a victim again.
“That doesn't give you the right to talk down on me. You don't know me,” Leslie said.
This time around, she would be the predator, she
