Noel
I watched Bridget smirk at me from across the room, her arms crossed like she’d just won some unspoken battle. “You really think you’re all that, don’t you?” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to respond. I’d heard this before—her mocking tone, the smugness that came with it. It was exhausting. Pushing myself off the chair, I started heading for the door.
“I don’t have time for this,” I muttered, more to myself than to her.
But she was quicker. She darted in front of me, blocking my way with a grin that was anything but friendly. “Oh, come on,” she teased, leaning against the doorframe like it was some kind of performance.
“The party’s just getting started. Stay.”
Before I could brush past her, she gave me a little shove—not har
