I’m not “bullying” her.
I’m not being mean.
If only you knew what she did to me …

Audrey Parker has been my number one nemesis since seventh grade, but she’s somehow convinced everyone that I was the bully. (Please don’t believe any of her tears. She literally majored in Drama.)

She got me suspended for placing scorpions into her locker.
I forced her to transfer after she nearly drowned me in the pool.

She swore on her life that she was “done ever talking to me after high school,” but her yellow notes and mean emails still invaded my life like clockwork.

It wasn’t until we graduated college that we saw each other again, when a mixup forced us to share the same suite for a fall program.

Until one filthy night in the library changed everything.

Well, it should’ve.

I’m not “bullying” her.
I’m not being mean.
Now I’m starting to question what she means to me...