Charlotte heard him laugh. Her heart felt tight like all the air and blood had been drained.

She went over to where he was and the girl glared at her with disdain.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Shantel asked pointing at Charlotte.

"Naa, common you should know my taste" Donald said.

"Yea you don't do brunette nor do you do shabby things" Shantel, who had a crush on Donald said as she moved closer to him.

She hugged him and mouthed a "Fuck you" with a gesture of her middle finger at Charlotte who was finding it hard to breathe.

The sight of Shantel irritated her and her bleached red her...