"Has he been treating you like that since he arrived?" Courtney asked as she tidied up.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I poured another glass of juice, watching the liquid swirl and splash inside the glass. The cool, tangy drink offered no relief from the bitterness knotting in my chest.
"I thought he could be a little bit nicer—"
"Just...let it be," I cut her off, feeling the weight of the unspoken resentment pressing against my ribs. "He’ll get tired of insulting me eventually."
"Maybe you two will fall in love, huh!" Lyn teased her voice light, completely missing the strain in my forced smile.
I grimaced, pushing the glass toward them, not meeting their eyes.
"That’s not going to happen," I muttered under my breath, the sour taste of the words lingering. "He hates me."
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