I Kissed A Badboy And He Was Mine
It was something else.
Confusion.
Pain.
Maybe regret.
Sandra instantly switched personas like a chameleon, turning sweet, soft, pitiful.
“Danny,” she whispered, stepping toward him, “I just wanted ”
“Leave.”
One word.
Sandra froze.
“But Danny ”
“I said leave.”
She backed off slowly, glaring at me before storming away down the hall. I swallowed thickly as Danny’s eyes softened when they fell on me.
“Mimi,” he said again, quieter this time.