I groaned. Cerise narrowed her eyes. “You know he doesn’t like you.” I stopped and clenched my jaw. “It’s sad, watching you drool over him.” She shrugged. “He even told me himself. He really can’t stand the way you stare at him, all stalker-like. He thinks you’re pathetic and you are. You’re pathetic, Kyla.” Her last few words were full of such venom, they stung. I sucked in a sharp breath. I wanted so badly to say something back. I wanted to tell her what an awful person she was. I wanted to tell her I didn’t care about her or Grant, but the burning in my throat told me otherwise. I knew if I even tried speaking, I would cry, and I’d be damned if I would let Cerise see me like that. Of course, I didn’t have to say anything though, because Lexie jumped in for me. She took several menacing steps toward Cerise. “If that’s true, then why are you so obviously threatened by her? Why would you waste so much time and energy making Kylie miserable, if you weren’t worried Grant may actually like her instead of you?”
