Chapter 45. Jealous

Carmen flexes her shoulders and glances at Meadow, who winks in a mock sarcastic way. The flirt in her shows face because she uses it when the fight flexes.

“Why, when it suits you so well.” She flutters her lashes at the other girl and pouts her lips, almost kissy-kissy. I stare wide-eyed, mouth gawping at the weirdness that is happening. I think I might be about to be stuck in a femme fight right here in this cab, and I don’t want to see fur flying.

“Yeah… Maybe! I was drunk, he was willing, and I was heartbroken. I wanted to wound Colton even an ounce of what he did to me. I didn’t think it through or what it would cause. And then… he didn’t want to know me after. Either of them. That’s what I get, huh? I guess I really am a Skanky Puta!” Carmen mimics Med’s heavy accent with the last two words and doesn’t sound like she’s looking for sympathy or a fight, just stating facts. I’m silent in dazed awkwardness as these two seem oblivious to how uncomfy this is ge