you'll be a sad man

Janice bit her lips as she paced the clinic corridor.

Her eyes flickered to Thalia, then to Sandro as they stepped out of the room.

She had been standing at the door for only God knows how long. She heard the conversation from the beginning because she had been there, but she couldn't enter to save her.

Likewise, she scrunched up the clothes for Arabella to change into. She had taken from Blaze's.

Thalia snorted and Janice glared at her, and the urge to pull on her glossy hair filled her.

For as long as she could remember, she and Thalia had never been friends.

It was not the first time they were seeing each other, but they went way back, and she had always been the bítch she was.

She was even bítchier now with Sandro, and she wondered what he saw in the witch to still be with her.

“Thalia…”

“Not now, Janice.” Sandro held his hand out, halting her.

Janice scoffed. “Not now? I'm certain you enjoyed the shit that happened back there. You enjoyed showing your macho side and migh