38. A very costly virtue.

TASHA

A mixture of instant pain and anger coils and twists in the pit of my stomach at Diane's unsolicited presence approaching us. When she stops in front of us, I notice her picking at her fingers, and I nearly recoil at the thought that stings in my head that we still have the same stupid habit that we share despite everything that has happened between us. Her eyes fall to me, staring at me like they are trying to beg me for something.

"Tasha," her voice is nearly a mere whisper. "Can we talk?"

"No," My voice is firm and hot with the anger brewing inside me. "We don't have anything to talk about."

"Please," she begs, taking another step further towards me. I take a step back, nearly stumbling. Nate holds onto me, steadying me. I can feel my tears coming, welling up in my eyes, the anger and pain I feel because of her not enough to quench them. After hurting me by fucking with Jason and treating me like trash just to fit in, what else does she want again? Isn't she yet satisfied wi