I Hate Her

The more time I spent around Stella, the less I liked her.

*Scratch that*. The more I watched her around Victor, the more I wanted to claw her ocean eyes out.

Maybe it was my low self-esteem. Maybe it was my possessive streak. Or maybe it was the simple fact that she acted like I didn’t exist whenever Victor was in the room.

I couldn’t tell anymore. All I knew was that my stomach soured every time