Burning Point

I expelled a scream as my friend Erin and I happened to be standing in my bedroom at the moment. “You can’t do this. I thought we were friends.”

She tugged at the sides of her blazer. “Watch me, Stephanie.”

My heart thumped inside my chest, getting louder with each passing second. “You don’t understand because there’s a lot that you don’t know. There’s no reason for you to do this.”

I rolled my eyes. “Like I give a fuck.”

Erin’s intentions were disgusting because she had a lot of nerve to blackmail me to dump my boyfriend so she could have him. After all, she was supposed to be one of my best friends.

I shouldn’t have been surprised since a theme from one of my previous English classes applied to this situation. The people you knew best were the most capable of betraying you.

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