CLAIRE'S POV
"Hi?" I asked, unsure of myself or what to do in this moment. She smiled and hissed at me as I slowly backed into the bathroom.
"Don't f*****g move." She snapped as I stilled once again. I pointed at her.
"That's not a nice word." I pointed out as she scowled. She pointed at me mockingly.
"Pointing isn't nice." She scowled at me as I frowned.
"Touché bitch." I said, while her eyebrows shot so far up, you would think that they were taking flight. I was gonna die soon anyway, why not do all of the things that your mother disapproved of? She smirked.
"I wouldn't take you as the fiesty type." She teased, slowly getting up as I backed into the wall.
"I'm not." I stated, and looked at the ground. She made 'tsk' sounds at me as she got in front of me, putting her slender pale
