Call Me A Good Girl

Camila crossed her arms, tapping her fingers against her elbow as she watched Nina practically melt into Abigaille's embrace.

It was such a strange sight—Nina, her best friend, who was usually so bold, blunt, and absolutely ruthless, now clinging onto Abigaille like a lost little kitten.

This was the same Nina who had once broken a guy's wrist for trying to lay hands on her, the same Nina who never hesitated to speak her mind, who mocked weakness, and who never, ever acted this soft in public.

Yet here she was, snuggling into Abigaille's chest like a needy child, sighing happily every time Abigaille gently ran her fingers through her hair.

Camila couldn't help it.

She tilted her head, giving Nina a sharp look, before letting out a dramatic sigh.

"You know, I have to say…" She dragged, her voice dripping with exaggerated judgment. "…even though Abi just said all those nice things about you, I still think this is embarrassing as hell."