Abby and you never got along. It was something about her that just filled you with rage to the point you couldn’t be in the same room. You had always thought she was so full of herself, that she never saw past her own needs. But lately, you’ve been noticing her more and more. Her name has popped up in your conversations more than you would like.

“Thinkin’ about me, doll?” Abbys eyes darted around you as she stood next to you. The corners of her lips turning upward, forming a cocky smirk.