171: Fuck Me

SCARLETT

After the adrenaline rush faded, I realized what I’d done.

Slapping someone like Ashley whose personality had drastically changed over the last few weeks was like adding gasoline to an active fire. It was foolish of me to have done that, and Ashley’s deathly glare as she held her sore cheek was proof of it.

“I—I’m so sorry,” I stuttered, taking a step back for the sake of caution, “That slap was an instinctive hit, but I definitely haven't done a thing to deserve one from you.”

Ashley dropped her hand from her face and glanced at her shattered sunglasses before looking back at me with a spine-chilling smirk.

“You’re sorry? Don’t be,” she smacked her red lips and ran her manicured fingers through her silky long hair with precision, “At least by slapping me you've finally dropped your hypocritical goody two shoes act and the real you has reared its ugly head.”

“That’s no—”

“Denial will take you nowhere honey, that's for sure,” her eyes turned icy with anger as she cut me off.

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