"Chanel, please, let us just talk. I am begging you."
I ignore the chatty Tristan and continue sipping my mocktail. When I wanted to talk to him, he was busy with another woman and now he wants to talk? What a joke. Who actually invited him to our party? I didn't need him here!
Kourtney brushes my shoulder with hers. "He just wants to talk. Talk to him, Nel. Hear him out."
I throw her a mean glare. "I do not want to." I walk away from her and the annoying pest to the dance floor. Maybe if I dance, I will feel better. Then an idea hit me. Since he can go out with other girls after a short time we broke up, why can't I make him jealous too? After all, two can play the game.
