She gives her head a shake. “Fine. Jealous—no. Hurt—yes.” She looks me over, like I’m nothing but a piece of trash littering the street. “Only because I was dumb enough to think we might actually be friends.” “We are friends.” Maybe not in the conventional sense. But shit, I spend more time with her than I do with Storm lately. “No, we’re not.” Sadness twists her features. “Because friends don’t fuck people who bully their friends.” With those parting words, she walks away. And I let her… Because she’s right.
She is
