help you?” I ask dryly without standing.
you get snotty with me, you trashy bitch,” she hisses back at me.
“Who do you think you are? There are rules here, and low-class sluts like
you follow them or else.”
taken aback by her hostility, it takes me a few beats to register the rest of
her words. Trashy bitch, I can handle. Low-class, well, she’s not entirely
wrong. But slut?
Nuh-uh. No way, no day.
pulling myself up to my full five feet eight inches, and get nose to nose with
princess, I’m sitting over here, minding my own business. What the fuck have I
done to offend your delicate sensibilities? Nothing. You don’t fucking know me.
So. You. Don’t. Get. To. Call. Me. A. Slut.” I fire each staccato word at
her. Though I’m genuinely bewildered by this girl’s unmistakable hatred towards
me, I am also seriously pissed off by her shitty attitude. “Back the fuck
up, Barbie, and leave me alone. Shoo.” Flicking my fingers at her
dismissively, I stand my ground, waiting for her and her minions to leave. To
my surprise, she leans in even closer, her cloyingly sweet perfume wrapping
around me like a candy-scented lasso.
not how it works here. You don’t get to just show up out of the blue and jump
the line.” She peers spitefully down her clearly after-market nose at me.
“There are rules, and just because you’re a Bradleigh, don’t think they
don’t apply to you.”
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