CHESTER
"Would you rather hear me say that?" She scoffs, wearing a forlorn expression again. "Would you rather have me act the b***h to you? My niceness irks you. Pisses you the f**k off. And most times, you leave me no choice but to be the b***h you're painting me as."
I listen, unsure of what to say to her. A few seconds ago, she flashed me the nastiest smile and now, she's back to being the pitiful Bri.
And she calls the nasty, bitchy smile an act. But what if that's who she really is and this pathetic, pitiful side is the real act?
At this point, nothing surprises me anymore. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's the fact that people ain't what they pretend to be. At all.
"It's fine. Let's not talk about the past," she sighs, tucking her hair behind her ear with a forced,
