Noel
I felt sick to my stomach, the kind of sick that churned and twisted, like a knot tightening with every word Bridget spat at me. But I couldn’t let her see it. I refused to show her, or anyone else for that matter, that her words were getting to me. My hands trembled, and my throat tightened, but I stood my ground. She wasn’t going to win. Not today.
"Look at you, Noel," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "Pathetic as ever. Do you even know how embarrassing you are?"
I clenched my jaw, willing myself to focus on the cracks in the pavement beneath my feet instead of the hatred spewing from her mouth. "Bridget, just stop. I don’t want to fight with you," I managed, my voice steadier than I thought it would be.
"Oh, you don’t want to fight? Of course, you don’t," she shot ba
