WEDNESDAY. 8:23 PM.
"He doesn't even look at you for more than a minute. I told him I've been in love with him since I've set my eyes of him, it was love at first sight."
I narrow my eyes at her, what is she trying to do? Rub it in?
"And I even kissed him." She raises her eyebrows at me, "Have you done that?" She asks with a knowing look. I don't respond as I continue to stare at her with hard eyes. "I'm sure you haven't." She laughs.
I scoff, "I don't have time for this, I'm leaving."
But she grabs me back, "Stop embarrassing yourself. He'd never be yours."
My anger starts to come back, making me feel highly irritated by her.
