Becca.
“Becca, please just do this for me,” Tally said once again after asking me fifteen times to be her spy. She wanted me to spy on James and tell her who he was bringing in the house or, better yet, take a f*cking photo of the girl.
The girl that was actually me.
“Dude, I’m not going to spy on your father for you. Do you know how crazy that sounds? Like, who cares if he is sleeping with someone? He is a grown-ass man,” I replied, watching irritation cross her.
She knew very well I wasn’t the kind of person to get involved in drama like this.
“Please, for once, just do something for me.”
The fact she played that card pissed me off. I have done so much for her, and yet she didn’t acknowledge any of it.
“Okay. Yeah, sure. Why not?” I sighed, knowing very well I wouldn’t do it. One because well.. I wouldn’t incriminate myself, and two, I was pissed at her for even asking me.
