6

Now, as we sit in my room, I never stop calming her down. I never stop saying sorry. She deserves so much more of life, love, and everything else wonderful.

      Tiffany came into the room, eyes all suspicious. I don’t know why, but Jessica moves away from me, to the side, watching as an audience.

      “Tell me,” Tiffany demands of me.

      “What?”

      “Tell me why are you doing this. Why have you acted so weird ever since you got here???”

      “You really don’t know???” I dispute.

      “Don’t know what? What is it???” Tiffany sounds irritated, anxious, fed up. “What?!”

      “I’m talking about what that woman is doing to us!!!” I screamed, and Tiffany screamed back, “What has she done to us??!”

      “She keeps on harassing Jessica!”

      Tiffany makes a face. She seems taken aback, maybe scared, too.  “…what?”

      I smirk tiredly, “Didn’t you hear me? Soo-yeon. Je-ssi-ca. That woman is har