BUBBLEGUM BITCH

CHAPTER 3

The tension in the air is like a thin mist encompassing Marina and I, but no one else. To everyone else, we probably look like two friends just looking at the menu's, trying to figure out what to order, but to me it's taking everything I've got to not reach across the table and slap Marina.

I'm looking at the menu, pretending to be interested in the italian food they have to offer, but that searing pain is back in my stomach and I'm not hungry for anything other than getting home as soon as I can. Finally, the waiter comes and waits to take our order. It's a tall, slender, french man. He was considerably good looking and I can see that Marina was taking interest in our him.

He asks what I would like to have to eat and I say I would just like the strongest vodka they've got. He raises his eyebrows, questioning me, but with the serious look on my face he immediately writes down the order and looks up at Marina, waiting for her order. "Oh I'm not sure what I want," she says, eyeing up the menu, trying to act interested in the food. I roll my eyes, she was staring at the menu the whole goddamn time since I sat down and she doesn't know what to order. "What would YOU suggest?" she laughs, moving her eyes from the pasta section of the tri-fold menu to our waiter.

"I haven't worked here for that long so i can't honestly say I have tasted all of the meals, I'm sorry miss. But, the strawberry martini is quite tasty for an appetizer, so maybe you'd like to-"

"Aah! Well, I guess I'll have one of those. No, make it two, I'm super thirsty." She winks at the waiter flirtatiously as he takes her order and makes his way to the bar. I kick her viciously under the table. I didn't mean to kick her so hard, but I am mysteriously full of fury. "What the FUCK was that for?" She nearly shouts at me.

"The waiter doesn't look a day above 22... You can't even control yourself. Don't present yourself as a cougar who just so happens to be a whore. Dammit Marina, conduct yourself better, I really don't want the press to think I'm having a meal with such a whore as yourself. Fuck, Marina." I breathe harshly after exploding my emotions.

Marina cringes. "Lana who the fuck do you think you are? I'm not a fucking whore, I just like to have a little fun, mess around with cute men. I can't help it i have a better figure than you do, I sure as hell have better curves. I can't help it the kid takes more interest in me than you. I mean, at least I don't have a grizzly bear of a boyfriend. Seriously he looks like a fucking old man. So who are you to judge, you bitch!" Her face is flushed and her emotions are as cold as mine. I'm at a table with a girl I hate, and she hates me back, only more.

I'm clenching my fists and my jaw is locked in a tight position. I stand up and get out of the booth. Marina did NOT just insult Barrie. Barrie is everything I want, everything I need. Who was she to degrade such a perfect man like that? Marina is so concieted and self centered. I glare down at Marina, who is sitting there all content with her stupid fucking comebacks. The waiter comes to our booth again and before he sets my shots down on the table, I grab them off his platter and down them. I glare at Marina, take my last shot, and let out a hate filled, anger bubbling, and extremely loud exit saying "Fuck you, Marina." Then quickly walk out the door. I hurry out and walk a few blocks in case she follows after looking for a fight. I hail a cab and press my head against the cool window's glass. The burning in my abdomen is stronger than ever... But my hate for Marina fucking Lambrini Diamandis burns brighter.