So, the story is when Amanda and Betty are still roomates.
Don't own anything!
Betty's POV.
"Betty, have you seen my D&G skirt that I bought last Tuesday?" Amanda asked you while she emptied her purse on the couch.
"No, but I'm pretty sure it's not in there…" you reply, looking at Amanda confused.
Amanda looks at you raising that left eyebrow that always makes you shiver a little.
"I'm not that stupid, Betty." She proceeds to examine all her purse's content that is now lying on the couch. "I'm looking for my keys too."
"Oh they're on your other purse. That blue one."
Amanda sighs. "Do you even know how many blue purses I have?"
"I don't really keep a record of all the crap you buy, Amanda." You reply annoyed.
"Someone's got her bitch on today." She tells you walking to her closet.
"At least mine's not permanent." Betty, that was mean of you and you know it.
"Ok, I don't know what's with you today and I don't really care, but I don't need to take all your crankiness." Amanda says taking that skirt she was looking for out of her closet and putting it on.
"How do I look?" She asks.
"I little slutty…" you immediately respond without thinking that Amanda would probably get just a little pissed off over what you just said.
"Yeah I don't take insults from someone that dresses like a yard sale everyday."
"Second time you use that yard sale insult on me." You say, grabbing your purse and walking out the door of the apartment.
You just realized that you really are being a bitch today. You never talked to Amanda that way. And now you regret it, even though you don't understand why, seeing that Amanda has said way worse to stuff to you.
She'll get over it – You eventually tell yourself.