My Tattooed Nemesis
She hated me, we stopped pretending about that when she humiliated me at a party two years ago, right in front of Alex, my nemesis.
The image of the day was still vivid inside my head. The way I trembled under the spotlight, the heavy sound of mockery that almost tore me apart, and my nemesis, staring right at me like that was my end.
“You didn't inform me before coming,” Janelle said, getting up to her feet. Her blue gown swept the floor. She looked almost elegant.
“Sorry ma'am…”
“To hell with your sorry.” She didn't let me speak. She always does that.