Sara’s words about her dad bothered her, but likely not as much as Sara likely would have hoped. Tracey had thought the same things many times. If her father had just married a Pureblood and hadn’t gotten into…whatever it was that got him killed…she wouldn’t be in the position she was in. “It would be hard not to be less of a failure,” she replied sweetly. “Your faith in me makes me feel so much better. Thank you.”
“I’m not going apologize for caring about you. It’s not like you didn’t act like you cared about me. What was I supposed to think?” Her voice had started to get louder, but she reined it in. It wouldn’t be good for them for one of their nosey housemates to come and see what the fuss was all about.
Tracey scoffed. “There are plenty of boys lining up. Unlike you, I am not planning on spreading my legs for them. I am happy to be on my own. I don’t need anyone. I will sink or swim on my own.”
“It would be easier,” she admitted a little too truthfully. “But, I’m not. Wishing won’t change that.”
Tracey had been clingy with Sara and she had been the opposite with Heidi. Though, that was slowly changing. “Liking someone and wanting to show it isn’t clingy,” she said defensively.
The rest of Sara’s words stung. Tracey was left speechless. Looking away, she choked up and fought back tears.