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Chapter 30 - Fight the good fight

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Start from scratch.

Chapter 30 – Fight the Good Fight.

No One's POV.

Over dinner they finalized plans for Cat's liberation, but Barbie was quick to note the increasing tension between Tori and Jade. Jade kept resenting being blackmailed into Tori's plan and eventually Tori started to resent Jade for resenting her. Outside of talking about details of the plan, the pair seemed to just avoid even looking at each other.

Not in the mood to play referee, Barbie let it go and hoped by Sunday, the day they planned to strike, the tension would have dissipated. Barbie did see Tori the next few nights at The Playpen, but the Latina seemed to want to discuss anything but Jade or the plan.

At 11 Am on Sunday morning, The S-Mart delivery van, driven by Barbie, pulled up in front of Tori's apartment building. She could see the Latina and The Goth, both dressed in plain jeans and t-shirts standing several feet away from each other on the sidewalk, each carrying a bag. Their body language told Barbie that they were only barely tolerant of each other's presence. She knew then, it was going to be a very long ride to Boston.

Barbie groaned. "I passed up Kate the stockbroker with the long red hair and the cute ass for this. Note to self, next time don't be a fucking idiot."

Though they each greeted Barbie pleasantly, Jade and Tori barely spoke to each other, giving each other the silent treatment. Barbie drove the van, Tori sat in the middle and Jade sat on the other side in the front of the van.

Sometimes the girls would ignore each other, sometimes they'd just give the other, the evil eye. The only times they did talk, were arguments over where to eat and what to listen to on the radio. It was a horrible trip and with each passing mile, Barbie mentally cursed herself more for passing up the stockbroker

Some 4 hours later when the Boston city limits sign came into view, Barbie remarked rather cynically. "When I was 8, my parents took me, my 3 sisters and my brother all the way to Daytona for a Nascar race. It was a blistering hot August and we spent 11 hours in a minivan that had a barely functioning air conditioner. My siblings and I fought every step of the way, our parents yelled at us about every other mile to stop fighting and at one point, my sister Carrie threw up on me when she got car sick. Congratulations, you two silently glaring at or fighting with each other for the last 4 hours have managed to make me nostalgic for that particular trip from hell."

Barbie then reached over to Tori, who was next to her, and flicked her ear.

"Owww.... That hurt." Whined the Latina.

Seeing that Barbie had only flicked her and not Jade, Tori whined even louder. "How come I get flicked and Jade doesn't."

Barbie deadpanned. "To quote my father, because you're the one I can reach."

Jade was about to laugh, but a nasty glare out of the corner of Barbie's eye, caused her to simply say. "Sorry."

"Sorry Barbie" said Tori, looking ashamed.

Though they had apologized, the glare that Barbie saw them give each other said this issue had not been solved one bit.

"Ok, we'll arrive at the college in 20 minutes, let's play nice like good little children and get this done. You know if we had time, I'd drive straight to a hotel, handcuff you both to a bed and leave you there until you've both fucked it out of your systems."