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NATALIE'S POV
She walked to where I stood, her eyes holding nothing but hate for me, and I was sure she wanted me to see just how much she disliked me.
“Well, if it isn't Natalie Portman,” She called, and I gave her a puzzled look. “You seem brighter than usual this morning, girl. I bet Maguire is taking good care of you?” She stated, but it was more like a question, getting me confused.
“Excuse me? What are you talking about?” I asked and she chuckled.
Her friends, whom I recognize to be Dawn and Laura, gave me disdainful looks. What the heck was going on? What do these girls want? I turned to look at Bridget, and as if reading my thoughts, she shook her head, signifying that she knew nothing about them or what they wanted.
“A little birdie told me you're in a relationship with
