Lola-On the evening of Friday, the 23rd
I leave the pick-up window feeling slightly uneasy after my conversation with Mr. Mason. The feeling morphs into a simmering rage as I approach Nathan’s table. Nathan and Daniel have their plates of food and a total view of the new girl’s bust.
My eyes bulge, taking in Brandy’s disgusting behavior as Brandy stands purposefully, showing her cleavage to the table. They exchange banter as she fidgets with her hair, twirling around a finger. Daniel slips a straw wrapper between her mounds, and Nathan laughs as she flicks it at him.
I scoff in disgust. First, Brandy steals my tips, and now she has the nerve to flirt with my boyfriend. She’s so fake with those pouty lips and platinum hair. It shouldn’t be a turn-on, yet Nathan is smiling at her, annoyin
