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"Are you fucking kidding me!" I shouted at her, watching her eyebrows raise for a second before they quickly relaxed, as my feet began steering faster, getting closer and closer to the girl before I felt a muscular arm wrap around my slim waist, and slam my body back.
"Hey, Maddie. Jayj? How are you, baby?" She glanced at my boyfriend and I felt a bundle of bitterness in my body explode.
"Don't fucking call him that." I spat, bringing in the crowd behind her, not only to loudly react, but it momentarily got bigger and bigger because of the ruckus sounds that came out of everyone's mouth.
"Or what? Are you going to cry, Frame?" Mikayla pouted, with a small whine coming from her mouth afterward as she slowly crossed her arms over her chest, giving me a fierce stare.
This was honestly the bravest I've ever seen Mikayla. She would always show a side of nervousness every time we had a small altercation, even if we ran into each other, there would always be a small sign of sadness.
However, this didn't faze me at any kind of percentage. She would never in her life put her hands on me first. It would use a lot of strong gut to do it, which is something she doesn't have. Over time I've learned her tactics, her mouth. But that wasn't going to pass by me today.
I was holding in a different outrage for the last few months. Every little thing she has done to me, from middle school all the way to the mid-end of high school was wandering around my mind. Every single day.
How did I let that pass? Without a single hand laid on her? I remembered I promised Officer Shoupe that I wouldn't lay a finger on somebody else, but this was the final time. Perhaps I'm lying. Perhaps I'm not. And if there was an excellent time to put my hands on somebody, it was this one, and I wasn't going to allow that to pass.
"It's okay to cry, Madalyn. I'm sure you've been doing it a lot lately. You're life is falling apart. Let's face it." Mikayla told me, but I wasn't going to agree with her. She didn't have a right to get to know what was going on with my life, not a single fact. And she never will.
"You know. You don't look like me, let's face it. You're not wealthy like me, let's also face that! Your friends aren't the shit they think they are. The only thing good about you is your fuckin hot boyfriend. Who...you clearly don't deserve." Mikayla took a small step forward, making me copy her movement.
However, rather than taking a small step like she did, I took a larger step, forcing JJ's grip on my waist to slip, as I got closer to her brave face, and my deep brown eyes scorched into hers, my tongue shifted over, and poked my cheek, my breath harshly fuming.
