Privacy [completed]

TWENTY-EIGHT| friendship is love?

MEGAN

I ruined my own life getting into that shit. But it's all her fault for making it worse than it should've been. I went through hell and back, and now I'm still in hell all because of that blue haired bitch.

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She thinks she can just win doesn't she? That Blue Girls little sister thinks she's the baddest bitch in the books, and the smartest chick on the internet! Well, she's not. Scott called me for the fifth time today.

"Anymore dirt on Blue Girl?" He asked.

"No Scott. Not right now," I huffed

He's really starting to get on my nerves.

"I need some juice by four this evening or you're not getting full pay today," said Scott.

I huffed and agreed, not that I really had a choice. I don't have anything! Nothing on Harry, nothing on that blue haired bitch, hell, nothing on Chloe either!

"Don't make me come down there," he growled.

My eyes widened and I gulped.

"Yes sir."

We ended the call and I huffed. He scares the absolute shit out of me! It's been only a day since yesterday's sneak attack on the family was a success, and Scott, being in LA, hired me to be an inside source.

He's been on that blue haired bitches ass since the get go. I get paid according to however much he thinks I should get paid. I had to agree to his stupid contract, too.

"You think you're so smart don't you?"

I turned and it was Chloe in my dorm room, again. I closed the door once she walked in, and I scowled at her.

"How many times do I have to tell you! You cannot be in here!" I growled at the high schooler.

"You sent a paparazzi crew to us," Chloe said while laughing.

I thought she'd be angry.

"Yeah, I did," I shrugged, looking at her cautiously.

Her laughter died down as she gathered her words slowly. "I didn't think you'd do it, but you did."

"Gotta make money somehow," I shrugged.

"Yeah, yeah, right. But listen here, you little whore," growled Chloe. "I'm not here to be victimized and taken down. If you ever try one of those stunts on me again, you'll wish you didn't."

"I'm so scared," I laughed.

"We leave today. See you at the airport?" Chloe asked.

"You bet," I smirked.

Chloe walked out of my dorm room and slammed the door behind her. I grabbed my phone and called Scott.

"Airport in approximately four hours," I said.

"Good girl. I knew our little squirrel would come with the nut," he said.

What?

"I'll send your check tonight," he said and ended the call.