Her lip curls up into a sneer. “Whatever. Just keep the little brat out of my way.”
And with that, she spins away and flounces down the street. Whitney and I watch her go. There are so many words I want to toss back at her, but I hold them back. I turn to Whitney, bending slightly so I can see her face better. She looks unsettled, but not distraught, thank goodness.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
Her head bobs up and down. “Yeah.” Her eyes flicker behind me where Addison walked off. “I don’t like her. She’s mean.”
I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t like her either.”
Lifting her small hand, she gingerly touches my cheek, reminding me I was smacked with the door. I wince before I can stop myself and Whitney drops her hand.
“You got hurt.”
I smile gently at her. “I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt that much.” I grab her hand. “Come on. Let’s go get that smoothie and muffin.”
As I hold the door open for Whitney, I cut my gaze down the street, still seeing Addison’s stiff, retreating back in the distance. It reminds me of the text message I received from her husband. As we wait in line, I pull my phone from my pocket and see if he responded to my refusal.
JBM: I’ll be there at eight. Same room. If you decide to show up.
I don’t respond. Instead, I shove my phone back into my pocket.
With the incident that just happened with Brady’s wife, a devious part of me wants to take him up on his offer. To pay the bitch back for her ugly words toward Whitney.
But would that make me just as bad as her?