Cliched and ridiculous phrase or not, it fit the current situation. And she stood behind it, too. Leah clenched her teeth. “That would be you mistaking me for you.” A somewhat confusingly worded sentence that probably didn’t sound as though it made any sense unless you actually thought about it. “You’re the self-centered one. The one who always planted herself in a better person’s way just so you could take the credit. I just seem to be one of the few people who actually sees right through your little games.”
Short as her temper had always been, she didn’t often lower herself to using the middle finger to tell someone off. She wasn’t sure why. Part of it had to do with it being an uncomfortable position for her hands to be in. The other reason probably wasn’t that she had more class than that. Her only reaction to Micah’s middle finger was to laugh, tauntingly.
Ah, gravity. A good friend to some, a good enemy to others. Leah didn’t usually have any arguments with gravity. She stumbled now and again, especially these past few months, but tripping and falling for no reason wasn’t something she did. She wouldn’t admit that, given the right circumstances, Micah had her own fair share of friendship with gravity.
Today wasn’t that day, though.
Leah snorted another laugh and slowed to a stop, the tail of her jacket swishing with her movements. “Seems like booze and skates aren’t a good combination,” she mused innocently. “Perhaps you should give up.” She skated in a circle around Micah, debating whether to offer her hand again.