My hand struck her cheek, and for an instant both our skins were on fire. Her eyes winced in pain. Mine went wide with surprise.
She covered her face and kept staring at the ground. "I deserved that."
It was harder to be mad when they admitted their guilt.
"Damn right you did."
Harder, but not impossible.
"I'm sorry," she said.
I believed her, but that didn't fix anything. "Yeah well, next time you get the idea to spread rumors about me, be sorry first. Then maybe you won't do it."
Shaking with righteous anger, I strode away, leaving her sobbing into her palm. A part of me hurt, for doing this to my best friend. But then the rest of me remembered what she'd done to me, and then it wasn't so bad.
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