That’s why he never texted or laughed at me before because this is his girlfriend!

Poured love on him? Can I pour him the wine I’m holding? Maybe he’s forgetting what he did to me before?!

I compose my self. I need to get my fucking shit together!

Carla, the girl who appeared to exist just to test my patience, caught my attention as I made my way down the busy hallway. Within me, a raging rage was growing, and it was threatening to consume me. Although I gave off an outward impression of composure, a raging tempest was brewing inside of me.

Carla’s haughty attitude and condescending grin had...