Chapter 7

“Honestly, I didn’t expect that much nerve from myself either,” she admits, and suddenly bursts out laughing with Phoebe. “I got tired of putting up with their snark. Next time, those cobras will think before they speak. We’re not the same toothless girls we were when we first came to high school. And besides,” my friend runs her hands flirtatiously over her round figure and sways her hips, “I’m perfectly happy with everything about myself, so they can go to hell.”