Izzy’s POV
“What the f**k, Serena?!” I screamed at her. My loud voice was cracking as I looked at her nasty face. She was smirking like she had won.
She stood there with that very stupid smile. She was holding the empty cup like it was a prize she had just won. The cold chocolate drink was dripping down on my shirt. My white shirt for crying out loud. It was soaking deep into my skin, very cold and sticky.
I shoved her back, my hands trembling with anger. “Why won’t you let me be?!”
Sarah quickly grabbed my arm, pulling me back. “Izzy, calm down. Please, don’t—”
But I yanked Sarah off. I didn’t want to be calm. I did not want to be quiet today.
I pushed Serena. And she stumbled back, but it was just a little. My voice was so sharp that it sounded like a glass that had just broken.
