#Chapter27
CRAZY IS AS CRAZY DOES
Maggie
The new semester started, and everyone had different schedules. Our front door became a revolving door of people.
I was walking to class and got stopped by two girls.
/"Oh, look, girls. It’s Maggie,/" one said.
/"You mean the teacher’s pet,/" another one said.
/"She’s living with a bunch of guys. She must be a prostitute or something. So, they can take turns,/" another said.
Then I realized one was Tiffany. Great.
/"Is that your best comeback?/"
I wasn’t in the mood for their bullshit.
/"Listen, you twit. You might have thought you were queen shit in high school, but college is my territory,/" Tiffany said.
Then an arm snaked around me. /"Sorry, I’m late./" Nash kissed the top of my head.
/"Hey, handsome./" One girl walked over and started running her fingers up his shirt. /"Why choose her when you can pick me?/"