(Aya)
“WHAT A JERK.”
I wince at the intensity of Millie’s tone. That sentence is followed by expletives that she only says when we are against aggressive opponents who get mad at the end of the game when they lose.
“Millie, my ears are bleeding,” I complain.
She widens her eyes at me. “Aya! For someone tough looking on the outside you have such a soft heart. You should be the one mad at Trei Daniels! Why do you look devastated in the past two weeks as if you are the one who did something wrong to him? He played with you and intentionally hurt you! You didn’t do anything wrong. He has no right to hate you just because you don’t know what he knows. Just because he has been miserable, he can just ruin your life too. He should apolog
