After that, I felt kind of guilty. I've never seen him so close to breaking down. I just needed time to think, so I decided to go for a walk. I was stressed and I needed to think things through.
I headed outside when I heard a familiar voice. Great, just great.
"Hey, Crystie," Angie chirped. I knew I'd run into her again.
"What do you want?" I asked coldly. "And I told you not to freaking call me that."
"No need to be al grumpy," she said. "Anyway, I heard you and Mal yelling. What was that all about?"
"None. Of. Your. Business.," I growled. "Why do you want to know anyway?"
"Just curious," she answered. "Come on, pleeeease?"
"Quit whining," I snapped. "And I'm not telling you, so quit wasting your breath."
"Fine," she said. "Crystie."
I walked toward her and leaned in towards her face. "Never call me that again," I said in a deathly whisper. "I am not your friend, and I am most definitely not going to tell you that Mal cheated on me…"
My voice trailed off as a realized what I had said.
Oops.