She gently shut the door behind her, taking a step towards me. "I've been waiting for you, bitch." She sneered. "It's time to finish what we started."
I lifted my chin. "I'm not interested in fighting you, Bridget."
"You're going to pay for taking what's mine."
I remained silent. I won't let her get under my skin, not this time.
"What does he see in you anyway?" She asked. "What do you have that I don't?" She screamed.
A good personality, I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut. She looked ready to pounce on me any second now.
"Is it your hair?" She raised her hand and brushed her fingertips along her short bob-style black hair.
"What?" I voiced my confusion. What was she even talking about?
"He wouldn't stop touching it yesterday." She said to herself. She seemed convinced t
