So This Is What It Feels To See Red
I see Stephanie Glider with her patented smug grin on her impossibly perfect face. She is wearing dark straight legged jeans and a black lacoste polo. She meant business. Suddenly she pulled my arm. Now Steph Glider just doesn’t pull people’s arms everyday. Especially not Jenny Ragan’s arm. So when she pulled me over I knew she had to say something.
“Jennifer.” She said. Only three people call me Jennifer. My mom. My Grandma. And Steph Glider.
“Yes Stephanie?” I said sarcastically as I pulled my aching arm away.”
“Jayke. He’s mine. Not yours.” She said that slowly as if I was mentally slow or six years old. The with a quick swish of perfectly straight, shiny hair she was gone. I held my breath as my brain flooded with thoughts. Did she know? No one knew. Except for me. Am I that obvious? How would she know? Does she like stalk me? I quickley erased all of the ridiculous thoughts away. Why in Gigi’s name (my guinea pig) would Steph Glider stalk me. Then came Jayke.