She was so small and he was so large and he felt like she was quite fragile sometimes. But then he knew that she wasn’t. She was rather cute though. “She means nothing to me, she’s just a friend, okay? And please don’t call her a fake Barbie looking bitch, she’s got nothing on you, baby.”
“Yeah, well –– she is.” Willow stated to herself, her lanky arms lifting to cross over her chest. She could feel her jaw start to tense up, her hazel green hues darting to focus on something other than him as she continued to murmur petty comments to herself. “She looks like she spent too much time at the tanning salon and not enough time getting an education, she’s probably a plastic surgeons dream.” A huff withdrew from her lips as she innocently looked up at him, “shut up. I’m mad at you. Jealous? No. Mad? Yes. You let her leech onto you and you didn’t even say anything.”














