Ashley's pov 

Her hair is perfectly curled, not one strand out of place. Mascara thick on her lashes and the tiniest hint of a smirk curling at the corners of her lips as she turns to fully face me.

I'm breathing angrily staring at her. The feeling of anger and resentment has my fingers curling into a fist at my sides. "Lying bitch? Is that anyway to talk to Blake's future baby mama?" Her eyes glint with mockery.

I scoffed. "From what I just heard you're not pregnant Stacy. ...