MILLICENT
I watched her slip.
It happened in slow motion, like those embarrassing falls in high school movies where the villain gets their karma served cold and wet.
Her arms flailed as her tray crashed down with a dramatic clang, and the piping hot, thick, and red like blood soup splashed across her hoodie and pants.
I could hear the gasps behind me, the laughter being poorly hidden in throats, Fiona's sharp inhale, and the sharp scrape of Sandra's nails against the floor as she pushed herself up with rage filling every inch of her face.
"What. The. f**k!!" She screamed. I faked a gasp, clutching my chest. "Oh my gosh, are you okay? Some girls really are clumsy."
The words were coated in the same sugary venom she'd used just minutes ago, and I didn't even bother to hide the curl of
