CHAPTER 19: MAKE ME HAPPY

Shirley eyed Amandla crossly as they approached each other in the hallway. Amandla's chin was tilted arrogantly, her lips curling into a smirk. "I don't know what you're still doing here," Amandla taunted loudly enough for anyone within ten feet to hear. "This is truly so embarrassing for you." They stopped beside each other, and Shirley’s smile was tight, her eyes cold. “Worry less about that and more about the fact that you will never have him.” "Oh, we'll see about that," Amandla shot back before walking away. "Also, you should be embarrassed," Shirley called after her, "after all, you're obsessed with a man who's already married." Amandla’s steps faltered, her nose flaring with barely restrained anger. “Of what use is the marriage if he loves another?” she mocked cruelly, her eyes narrowing and her hands clenching into fists. "Well, at least I'm the one he married," Shirley replied casually, then walked away without waiting for another response. Taking a deep breath to calm