Alpha Angel
“Yeah, Ree, it’s me.”
The nickname came out so automatically that Angel bit the inside of her lip the moment that it was out, wondering if Reebah would instantly raise her hackles and remind her that they weren’t friends anymore. I can’t call her that now!
But Reebah seemed unfazed by it. In fact, she was clearly preoccupied with whatever she had been crying about because for a moment there was silence and tension filled the air in the restroom, making Angel once more want to run.
Then the stall lock clicked open and Reebah stepped out looking as if she had just gone ten rounds in a boxing ring. Angel bit back the urge to tell her so and instead asked, “Reebah, what’s wrong?”
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