- 4.
I don’t know when they got close.
One day, out of the blue, the strawberry milk
Jason’s dad always brought me every
morning was replaced with plain milk.
“I hate plain milk, you know that.” I frowned
at the carton.
“Come on, it’s just because the strawberry
milk carton is pink, right? You’re too old for
strawberry milk. Drink regular milk, it’s
healthier.”
Jason patted my head.
Brianna, also holding a carton of plain milk,
turned around and gave a fake apologetic
smile.
“Sorry, Pinky. I like plain milk, so I asked Jay
to bring this.”
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“Besides, strawberry milk is way too sweet.
It’s seriously sickening. Do all you girly–girls
drink that stuff?”
I put the milk down and glared at her.
“Do you enjoy giving people nicknames?”
She stiffened, then put on a surprised and
innocent expression.
“Haha…Why so serious? I was just kidding.
You’re way too sensitive, jeez…”
“Is it me being sensitive or you being guilty?
You know the answer.”
“Okay, Ashley.”
Jason stepped between us, looking
exasperated.
“Brianna…sometimes she just…doesn’t think
before she speaks. Don’t take it personally.”
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I was so angry my eyes were stinging. I
shoved Jason hard.
“If you can’t speak properly, then don’t speak
く
at all!”
Jason jumped, instinctively putting his arms
around my waist. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Don’t
be mad. I’ll bring you strawberry milk
tomorrow, alright?”
Brianna’s face darkened as she stared at me.
