“I started it? But how did that ever happen? Was it because I made what wasn’t up to your taste? I already apologise for that...”

“Jeez, spare me the explanation. I hate hearing you speak because what comes out of your mouth doesn’t make sense. Who is talking about the food you made? I’m speaking about you invading my privacy.’

“Ok, I’m sorry about that...”

“I don’t need your apology, Emily. Keep it to yourself, bitch.” I snapped, pointing my fingers at her in resentment.

“Do not call me a bitch, Alpha Oceana. All I can see is that you don’t like me. It’s pretty obvious. I don’t know what...