“I need to confess something… I did it. Now, can you pass the wine?”

“You what?” I stammered, hoping I heard wrong. Shelby reached past me and grabbed the wine before take a huge swig straight from the bottle. She licked the red liquid of her upper lip before continuing.

“I did it. I didn’t mean to, I swear. I’m so, so sorry. Please forgive me,” she whispered, a haunted look in her eye before kneeling on the ground before me, begging.

“I promise, Sam, I would never purposely hurt you. I would never, could never, do that,” Shelby cried from her perch on the floor. I still sat, shocked from the sudden confession. And it hurt, it hurt so much. To know that she would do this to me was unbearable.

“I can’t believe you,” I yelled. “I thought we were friends, and then you backstab me like this? It’s over. I never want to see you again. Go burn in hell!!!”

“It was just one cookie! One measly cookie!”

“So what, Shelby? It was MY cookie, not yours. MINE. I can’t be around someone like you,” I said before turning on my heel and walking out.

I cannot believe that Shelby would do that to me. I think I’m right to end this friendship now, rather than in the future because who knows what she could steal by then. Maybe my phone, or my books, or, worse yet, my immersion blender.

Maybe I should attack her with my immersion blender before it’s too late.