“Sure you did, shortcake.” A loud, aggravated noise comes from her throat. It’s something between a growl and a shriek. “Stop calling me that!” “What did he say to you?” I press, needing to know what the hell happened. I’ll ask his dimwit little friends, too, but first, I want to hear it from her. “It doesn’t matter.” “It does to me.” “Why? So you can use the same insults as him against me?” My jaw snaps shut. Damn. Her words hit deep. Because they aren’t completely out of line. I’ve been a dick to her. Numerous times. Because she gets under my skin in a way I haven’t experienced before.
