"Stop! Just go and leave me alone!"
"If you would just listen..."
"To what! That you have been talking crap about me?" I yelled, clearly hurt. "Jessie- I can explain." I shrugged, tears of anger dripping from my red cheeks. "Isabella, you went behind my back. You said awful things! And you think I can just say "Oh! Don't worry about it!" like it never hurt? No. I can't." I finished. I was done. With the drama. And the hurt that had taken place that hot, humid day in August.
