Forty nine: Jelly jelly

The jealousy travelled through my veins at the sight and I felt my gums hurt from my teeth gnashing together.

I turned back to face Betty. "That jerk." I spat out.

"ouuuhh... someone's jelly jelly jealous!!" Betty teased, pointing a finger at me while making her eyebrows dance. She then shot me a mischievous smile.

"I'm not!" I huffed immediately, glaring at her.

"Yeah and blackberries are yellow since we're starting a lying contest here," She replied back. "Look at your white fingertips and how your face is almost the same shade as your hair."

I looked down at my fingers which were extremely tightened around my glass cup to see that they were indeed turning white and I needed no mirror to tell me how red my face looked that instant because I could feel the warmness itself.

Mrs obvious who was bad at lying was at it again.

I glanced back at Saint and the woman to see the woman giggling at something he had said.

"He isn't even that funny. Or funny even. What the hell is she laug