Thirteen

EMMA*

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“That bastard really has the nerves!” Amy huffed out as she paced around the pavement. Paxton had already walked away for his own safety the moment he say Amy approaching us, knowing how crazy defensive my friend was. She must have done something when I told her he cheated on me with a campus floozy.

“He should thank his stars that he ran away! I should have done something worse than scratching his cars with my keys,” she muttered.

“Oh my God, Amy, so that was what you did; no wonder you didn’t want to tell me!” I voiced out to her; she didn’t look fazed; she shrugged her shoulders instead, looking proud of what she did to Paxton as payback.

“He deserved it, if that jerk comes by again you need to tell me, ok?” she warns me and I nod in agreement. “Should we go in?” She asked, pointing to the cafeteria, but I couldn’t take my chances. God knows I would puke if I got any whiff of fish or any other seafood smell that affected me.

“Let’s go to the corner cafe instead,” I insisted