The closet

Lily stormed ahead and by the time I caught up with her, she was rifling through my closet, and had pulled out several tops and a dress, hangar and all.

"Um, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I said, shutting the door behind me.

Lily doesn't even me the slightest glance. "What's it look like?" She replied, just a bitterly. "Taking my stuff back."

"Your stuff?"

"Yes, my stuff." She talked as if she was saying the sky was blue or that water was wet. "You borrowed my clothes all the time but I want them back."

She reached out and grabbed a skimpy black dress. "See? This here is mine."

I stepped up and took a hold of the dress too. "Um no, this is and always has been mine."

Lily yanked the poor dress, but I held on. "Nooo, I got this freshman year, on sale."

"You're gonna rip it!" I said, not letting go. "And actually I got this sophomore year from the mall."

"Oh my god," Lily got a steely look in her eyes. "Give me my goddamn dress." She pulled herself closer to me, and I didn't give any ground. We were mere inches apart.

"Oh no, this is definitely mine. But," I started, with a devious smile on my face. "Even if it was yours," I looked up and down her body. "It wouldn't fit anymore."

I glared at Lily smugly, watching the rage build up in her face. I was caught up in my haughty pride so there was no way I could have predicted what she did next.