Marvelon

Why must you always try to ruin my life?" I tossed my backpack on the countertop in the kitchen. 

Shelly didn't lift her eyes from the pot of sauce she was stirring on the stove. I slid on a stool around the island. 

"Is this the part where I would say, I don't know what you're talking about?" Her words sounded more of a tease than anything else. 

I glared at her back. "I'm talking about Alex. You—"

She cut off my sentence when she pivoted on her heel with a large wooden spoon held out to me. She came closer to me with, "Taste this." 

Instead of demanding an answer to my question, I did what she asked and tasted her stupid sauce. A sweet yet tangy flavor spread across my tongue. I nodded and she narr