Chapter 13

I stared at her in complete shock. She looked at me with wide eyes. Mariah? She finally spoke.

I could still see the bitterness in the way she spoke. She forced a smile and undeniably a lousy smile. James had taught me to remain calm anytime my anxiety or fear would flare up. I inhaled and exhaled without making it obvious.

I could tell she wasn't really bothered about me. The smug look on her face enraged me.

Well who else do you think this is? I snorted. I felt all the years of frustration bottled up for this moment.

She stood their gritting her teeth, I could see her hand itching to just hit me, but she didn't which surprised me.

She hadn't really changed, still looking like a whore. Her blonde her was still short and over teased, with her blue eyes with over the top eye shadow. Her fake tan was horrifying me.

But it was her eyes, full or envy and rage.

I never really thought about Jesse much, just the thought of her made me sick.