The Path of Roses 🥀

Chapter 6: The Fourth of July (PT 2)

Word Count: 2,508

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Still Sunday, July 4th, 2004

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CHAPTER SEVEN

"You again?!" 

Destiny and I cry in disbelief as we stare at each other in complete and utter disgust.

Then all of a sudden, a recent memory clicks in my head. Now I know where I've seen these guys. 

"Wait a minute... I already know you guys! You were at Lisa's Burgers!" I recall.

"Oh shit you're that girl that fucking roasted Destiny!" Aidan remembers.

"Damn I thought we'd never see you again!" Mark says.

"Yeah, your comebacks were bitchin'!" Sebastian shouts.

"What's going on?" Jordan asks, completely puzzled by our conversation.

"Remember that day that we went to Lisa's but you bailed last minute?" Erick reminds him.

"Yeah," Jordan answers, giving the keep-talking nod.

"We ran into this chick here," Erick says, pointing at me. "And she and Destiny were at each other's throats until the new girl cut in front of us."

"Well, you snooze, you lose." I shrug.

"I don't think I've ever seen you around here before. Where are you from?" Mark asks.

"Pittsburgh-"

"All the way from fucking Pennsylvania?" Sebastian exclaims, interrupting me. "Damn girl you travel far!"

"No. I come from Pittsburgh, California. It's like an hour away from San Francisco." I explain, reciting the spiel I've developed 'cause almost everybody confuses my hometown with Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

"That sounds totally ghetto." Destiny remarks while glancing at my outfit. "Where did you get those clothes? The dump behind the thrift store?"

"Seriously Des? You're gonna start again?" Erick sighs, rolling his eyes like I'm doing.

"It's fine Erick." I say. "I'm used to girls like her."

And based on the gruesome months of being tortured by Tess Morgan and her stupid IT Crowd friends, I think I know what to say to take a snobby bitch down.

I turn my attention back to Destiny. 

"Speaking of which, did you spend all your allowance to look poor or are you actually one?" I say, pointing at her with her faded rainbow tie dyed tube top with an old fashioned skirt that looks like it belongs in Little House in the Prairie.

"Damn!" I hear the group exclaim, impressed by my response.

"What did you say?" Destiny growls, clenching her jaw.

"You gonna cry or what?" I say mimicking her ridiculously fake urban accent.

Destiny turns to Erick and smacks his bicep. "Are you gonna let her talk to me like that?"

"Why the hell should I? I'm not the one who opened my big mouth." Erick replies snarkily.

Her eyebrows narrow with hatred while she breathes hard like a fiery dragon. All of a sudden, Destiny smacks Erick, but this time, the blow lands on his lips.