For a good long moment, it hurt. Hurt more than anything she could've possibly done to me. My brain felt like it was full of bees, an angry swarm of thoughts. 'I have nothing to apologize for,' was one; 'she should apologize to me' was another one, and of course, 'f**k her, who does she think she is.' I let the thoughts burrow into my skin, I let it all hurt, and then I let out a slow, gentle breath. This was it. She looked at me, her fingers frozen around a cream thread she plucked from a sweater. Then she recovered. "Yeah, you should be."
"Okay, okay." I forced my mouth into a smile. My brain was still a buzz, but that was okay. I could work with that. "Don't push it too much."
The tell-tale smirk appeared on her face, the one that usually made me want to punch her in the face. There w
