My words were fatally wounding. I could hear the sound of something fragile being shattered on the other end of the phone.

Leila roared at me:

"Bitch, you worn-out shoe, picked up by someone, how could Kent possibly like you! You must have used some despicable methods to seduce him!" She yelled at me.

"So what if I did? As long as he likes me, isn't that all that matters, unlike someone that I know?"

"Don’t celebrate too early! Just wait; I will make you pay!" she warned.

"Bring it on; I look forward to it."

I hung up the phone before she did, my mood plunging deeper:

Kent was...