I had to confront her. Say something like, I know you wrote it. You're guilty. The case is closed.
I turned off the TV. I had to stop watching so many SVUs. Pretty soon I would be that lady in the long gown banging her little gavel.
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"Seriously. Just go now. Destroy that b*tch!" Mimicked Mae as she squeezed my arm. I kept talking to them about my idea to confront her and they all agreed.
We were sitting at our lunch table. We had a direct view of Ellie and her friends and my ex. All of them laughing and her nonchalantly kissing his tender lips. Every second she got, she still rubbed that in my face.
Anger boiled over. I stood out of my chair, almost knocking it down. Then I rummaged through my backpack and found my test. Nice Job B*tch! Still haunting me in the corner of it.
"You go Taylor!" Sofia shouted softly as my heals clicked across the room.
"I know what you did you little..." I grudged as my fist ment the hard plastic table. She looked up along with my ex. He backed away from her, and whipped his lips. He still had her fake Target cherry lip gloss on his lips.
"Excuse me?" She squinted her eyes and stood up a little taller in her chair.
"I know about the test. The note you wrote on it. And it's not funny." I said under tight teeth. I slammed my fist on the table reveling the test. The bright letters looked her dead in the eyes.
"Well that's really something. Clever. Wow! But sadly, I'm not your guy." She smirked looking back at me then the paper. "I didn't write it. I don't care about you that much."
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