“Huh. I did, didn’t I,” I said, smiling. Amy’s fists shook at her side. I could see the anger in her eyes.
“How could you? I was one of the best,” she said. I could tell that she was close to tears. How sad.
“Well, there was better talent this year. Sorry,” I said, not really sorry. I knew that she could tell too. I could see the tears starting to form at the edges of her brown eyes.
“You’re not sorry, so don’t say you are,” she said. I gasped, and pretened to be shocked.
“But I am. I wish you were still on, but I have to put the team first,” I said, and sounded hurt. The girls around us, actually thought that she hurt my feelings.
“You’ll regret dumping me like this. You just made an enemy,” she said, then stalked out.
Make me regret something. I’d like to see her fucking try.