I turn to face Lauren, and I just fucking laugh, shaking my head. “You know, I feel sorry as fuck for you.” She goes to speak, but I cut her off entirely. “All of you. You’re sad as fuck. You’re so threatened by her that you have to be a bitch to make yourself feel secure. She doesn’t even know you, and you don’t know a fucking thing about her, yet you speak about her like you do. You’re pathetic, Lauren. She’s beautiful, kind, and intelligent. More than you’ll ever be in your sad existence.”
