𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝟷𝟶𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

The half Hispanic girl twisted her face up at her. Her arms crossed as she looked the girl she was once friends with up and down.

  "Why can't I be here? You think you own the mall or something?" Alya sneered at Quincy. Her glare only becoming more heated by the second.

  "What? No, that's not— Look Quincy. What you did to Mari was fucked up girl. I never took you to be some type of trashy homewrecking hoe." Alya cut the girl off as she spat out the vile words.

  "What are you talking about? Marinette slept with my fiancé. So how am I the hoe?" She asked confused.

  "Baby what's happening? Is that Alya? Are you alright?" Luka asked the girl a million questions at once but she didn't have time to answer them.

  "Why are you so hung up on that?! She already said it was an accident and apologized. Girl get over it." Alya yelled at the girl who pursed her lips. Quincy could only look at her blankly.

  "Get over it? You want me to get over the fact that the girl I called best friend and invited into my space slept with my supposed husband. Not just once, no, for months on end. And because she apologized for getting caught, I should just get over it?" Quinn looked at her with the meanest glare her face had ever created. She sounded as if anything could make her finally snap. The sheer audacity that Alya had to say that to her was mind boggling. She knew the girl was a ride or die for Marinette but this was too far.

On the other side of the phone, Luka was rushing to drive over to the mall. He would be damned if some bitch thought he could talk to his Quincy any type of way. Unfortunately he couldn't seem to find his keys. He was tearing up the gym locker room to find them.

Alya looked at the girl in disbelief and pure anger.

But she wasn't mad at what she heard because she already knew all that. She's known from the start that Marinette had been fooling around with Adrien since the start. Hell she even encouraged it by telling the blue haired girl that Adrien was hers first.

There were even times she would purposely get Quincy out the house so her best friend could be with her real man.

So no she wasn't mad that at what Quincy said. No, she was mad that Quincy had said something in general. The docile girl would never normally speak back. If she did, it always got back to Adrien who would correct her vulgar behavior.

But now the dog was off her leash she thought she could bite?

"You've always been a slutty bitch Adams. Adrien belonged to Marinette first and you snatched him away you fucking cunt. And since you couldn't get what you wanted, you whored around and slept with her back up boyfriend. So yes, you are the trashy homewrecking ho— *SMACK*" Alya was cut off from her little speech by a loud and crisp slap to the face. The once loud and busy store was dead quiet. Simply watching the spectacle unfold.