“You’re so fake Barbie is jealous.”
“Keep talking,” I snap before I can stop myself. “Maybe someday, you’ll say something intelligent.”
He’s starting to rub me the wrong way, and I really don’t think ignoring will get him to stop. Not that I think I can get him to leave me alone by responding, but I’m sick of this all day long.
“Did your parents ever ask you to run away from home?” he continues.
I stiffen involuntarily and stare straight ahead. Tears burn my eyes, but I refuse to cry.
“Leave her alone,” Lisa says, turning around. She offers me a smile but glares at Shane.
“Shut it, Lisa. No one’s forgotten that you gagged so hard on Frank’s cock that you threw up all over his dick.”
Lisa’s face turns bright red.
“Some shitheads deserve to be vomited on,” I say. “Wonder when it will be your turn, Shane.”
“I’ll slice the throat of anyone who even thinks about puking on me,” he growls, drawing his finger across his throat.
So mature of me, but I make the mock gagging gesture.
Shane stands, but the bell rings at that exact moment. He’s fuming, his fair face red, and I have to hide a smile. I managed to get under his skin.
Which may turn out to be the worst thing I’ve ever done.