Tatum
I am seething, my blood is running hot. Very hot. “Why are you doing this, Shannon? You are an utter b***h. We were best friends not that long ago. I simply don’t get it.” I’m controlling my anger because what I want to do right now is get hold of her hair and drag her face to my knee. Only, it wouldn’t look good if Ford’s girlfriend got into a fight during the hockey game. Or any other time to be frank. And of course I do not want Ford to be distracted. They are two points up and going into the end of the first play before they have their short break.
“Why are you doing this…” she repeats using a sickly, wounded voice. God, I detest her. When did my ex-bestie become so nasty and mea? She used to be sweet Shannon, the girl who always had my back.
“Forget it, just sit there. I’m go
