Collision
519 Words
It was Heathers shadow. Dang it! "Hey, you must be new!" she addressed Ella ignoring me completely. Ella raised her eyebrows, "Yea, and?" Heather's perfect fake smile faltered a little at Ella’s sharp reply. “Silly me I should introduce myself. My names Heather. I’m kinda the Queen bee around here.” She said in a sickly-sweet voice. I snorted and mumbled to Ella, “Yea she’s Queen B, if B stands for bitch.” Ella smirked “Obviously.”. Heather scowled at me, “Something you would like to say Ivy…” Her smile was gone now, “…coz in case you didn’t notice you’re at our table.” She said indicating to her minions behind her. “Well, actually I do…” She raised her eyebrow so high I thought it might just keep going and disappear into space. “… I don’t see your name on this table, so I think I am fully entitled to sit here.”
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Heathers POV
Little b***h! How dare she talk to me like that! In front of the whole café too. Man, she has grown some balls. I guess I’ll just find a way to bring her back to her place. I laugh loud and cold. Then I lean close to her and whisper, so her friend couldn’t hear me, “Watch yourself girly, or something might just happen to you. It would be a shame if you went back to being an ugly, fat looser with no friends.” I pulled back satisfied that I had scared her. But she smirked. She F***ing smirked at me. Then she grabbed onto my collar and pulled me towards her. I protested and pulled back but she just stood up with me and brought her lips to my ear. “You can’t hurt me anymore. I won’t let you. I nearly died in the holidays, but I survived. You of all people are not going to take that away from me with your pathetic rumours and s**t talk." She released my collar, collected her crutches, swung her leg over the bench and left the café. Ella smirked at me “Nice to meet you, Queen B.” She said sarcastically and then she followed Ivy out the café leaving me here fuming.
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Ivy POV
Damn, she’s a b***h. Too bad for her I’m not going to let her walk all over me this year. I was lost in my thoughts when a body hurtled past me knocking me onto my arse. The offender kept running. The douche, the hot, muscular, arrogant douche. Ella collected my elbow and informed me it was her brother, Rylee, who I had collided with. She was cursing under her breath at him and threatening him. I too was mad, not for being knocked down, but because the d**k didn’t even acknowledge it. He was going to get my wrath when I next saw him.
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