She walked down the hallway to the bathroom, making a point of not even glancing at the closed doors leading into the various back rooms. She rolled her eyes – at who, she had no idea, but it made her feel better – and stomped into the bathroom. While she washed her hands, she scowled at herself in the mirror, pissed off that she was pissed off.
Why did she care if Scars was off f*****g the club w***e?
Well, OK… maybe care was too strong a word. Maybe she was just annoyed about it. After all, she’d been all gung-ho about finally apologizing for being such a b***h – and now she couldn’t do it, because he wasn’t sitting with her and Wolf and Saint, because he was avoiding her for being a b***h, and because…
Because he’s off f*****g the club w***e. Argh.
She stormed out of the bathroom,
