“You’re still a tramp.” She smirked. “He’s just using you.”
She was taking it too far. Way too far. “You’re just jealous, Izzie. You’re jealous because for once, you’re not getting all the attention. He likes me and not you, and you can’t stand it.”
Her jaw dropped. “Uh…” she faltered. “I’m not jealous. I’m not jealous because I’ve been there… done that. He wasn’t even good.”
Kelly and Karla’s mouths were hanging in disbelief. So was mine. It couldn’t be true. “You’re lying.”
She lifted her chin, like she always did when she was being particularly full of herself. “You know the older man I’ve been talking about… well, guess who?” A slow grin traced her lips, it was both playful and pure evil.
“You’re lying.” I rose. “You’re a lying narcissistic bitch.” I shoved my backpack over my shoulder and headed to the front of the bus, my heart pounding a mile a minute.
“Sit down,” Miss Melody called out.
I quickly scampered and sat next to Joey Davidson who was clearly shaken by my sudden appearance. He shifted a little closer to the window. We didn’t exchange a single word.
And I never looked back.
