Chapter 22: Turning Tables

I was practically seething as Sandra tossed her perfect, shiny honey blonde hair behind her shoulder and laughed. I don't remember Lee being that funny. Sandra runs her fingers over the buttons on his shirt and is clearly saying something seductive and clever. Ugh. Then Lee puts his hand on her lower back and whispers something in her ear and I've had enough.

I force myself to look away and calm down. I could not be this jealous. Lee is not my boyfriend so he owes me nothing. In fact I had a boyfriend and it wasn't Lee. 

He's at liberty to flirt with perfect girls throwing themselves desperately at him. It's totally fine that he clearly wants to fuck Sandra and can't keep his stupid hands off of her. I'm so completely okay with the fact that I will sleep in my own bed to