The Virginia Threat

9. My First Job

Stephanie's POV

I lean my back against the locker next to Ivory's. My thumbs fly across my cell phone screen as I text both Megan and Peggy, updating them on my life thus far. The blonde applies a pink lipgloss to her lips, using the mirror inside of her locker to help her.

"Oh my gosh, did you see what Lindsey was wearing?!" The blonde gasps out.

A stifled laugh falls from my lips, "I've seen dogs that dress better than her." I say as I continue to type on my cell phone.

"I know right!" The blonde agrees. "Like, hello! This is a school, not a convent."

I laugh at her joke. The blonde joins in as well. The two of us laugh for a few moments before I send my final text message and place my cell phone back into my purse.

"Hey, what are you doing after school today?" The blonde suddenly asks.

I roll my eyes at this question, "My parents forced me to get a job." I reveal.

Ivory scoffs, "Join the club, girl."

I raise an eyebrow at the blonde, "You have a job?" I slowly question.

"Uh, yeah." She says as if it were obvious. "I work at the mall, but I only work on Sundays." She informs me.

Hmm, if she can keep a job then I can definitely do it—No offense, but the girl looks like she has zero work ethic.

She runs her lips together, evenly distributing the lipgloss on her lips. The blonde places the tube of lip gloss into her own purse before closing the door to her locker—Ivory has taken after me like a true apprentice. She sees that I never carry a backpack and in turn has stopped carrying one herself. She also realized that I primarily wear heels and has begun to wear some herself. This girl is so obsessed with me that I could ask her to hide a body for me and she would probably do it. It's pathetic yet also invigorating. It makes me feel powerful.

Ivory turns to face me, "Enough about me, we should totally hang out tomorrow." She suggests.

I open my mouth to answer, but the voice that is heard does not belong to me. Curious about who this voice could belong to, both the blonde and I turn in the direction that we heard it come from. My eyes connect with the brunette who is angrily making her way towards us.

"Come on, Stephanie." She breaks the silence, approaching us. "We have to go to work."

A small smirk makes its way onto my face when I get the genius idea to mess with the girl. I have not annoyed her in a few hours. That is, like, practically years in my mind.

"No thanks," I tell her. "You should totally go without me though." I give her a forced smile.

She directs one back at me, "Hilarious as always—Let's go, Stephanie."

I narrow my eyes at her and cross my arms, "You can't force me to go."

Marsden raises a challenging brow, "Want to bet?" She challenges.

I take a step closer towards her, leveling my stare with hers. "I'm not going." I slowly tell her. "Do you need me to write that out for you to understand?"

The green-eyed girl takes a step closer to me. "I'm tired of your spoiled, rich girl attitude." She informs me. "Either you get your ass in the car or I'll carry you to it myself." She threatens.

Our bodies are inches away from each other. She is so close to me that her body heat alone is warming my entire body. My once shivering body is now at a normal temperature thanks to Marsden. Grey eyes glare back at green ones, neither planning on letting up anytime soon.