Oh, Gabby didn't hate her? How great. Her life was so much better now. Resisting the urge to spit on her, Joanie reeled back, muscles rigid. "News flash, princess. I don't care enough to hate you." That was a lie. Joanie was full of hate at the moment, the point where she was ready to burst into flames from it. But she wasn't about to admit that. Oh no. She was too proud.
At Gabby's disbelief, she bristled. Not caring about how this might have looked, she took a few steps closer, until they were merely inches apart. The makeup covering Joanie's bruise would have been painfully easy to spot from such a short distance, all the cracks and flaws visible. "Odd? Doesn't even begin to cover it," she said, her voice whisper-soft. "And you'd better get used to it, princess. Because it's your reality now."
Clenching her jaw, she pulled back, turning on her heel and walking angrily to the cashier. Thankfully, other customers had distracted the girl so she hadn't witnessed Gabby and Joanie's little discussion. She was perfectly pleasant as Joanie placed her order and subsequently waited, three muffins in hand.