_ The Plague _
Dee pats my back as we sit on the bench, waiting for the doctor's feedback.
"It's not your fault, Terra."
I look at her angrily.
I quirk an eyebrow. "What do you mean it's not my fault? Ofcourse it's not my fault! It's your f*****g stupid fault! CJ is in there because of you, Dee. Because of your stupid mistakes!"
"And I said I'm sorry."
"And I would just appreciate it if you kept your mouth shut like everyone else!" I hiss.
Dee's hands are trembling. "All this is my fault. But I didn't want this to happen. I just wanted to put that b***h in her place."
"When will you ever learn? Aimee is a rich girl. She can stab you in front of the whole world and still get away with it. That's the person you want to fight with? Well, guess what you're fighting and playing yoursel
