Twins With the Queen Bee

Chapter 4: Craving

Right now I feel like I've joined a friend group like the ones in sitcoms like Friends or How I Met Your Mother. A lot of weird things and drama happens. For example Chase and Ezra picked up girl's phone numbers using weird ideas coming from us. It was a competition. Chase won. And Lela's ex showed up, begging for her to take him back. She kicked his ass.

"K well I gotta go." She comes back a little breathless with her hair sticking out of her bun and takes off the apron, putting it in the back. "Apparently he was at my house convincing my little brother to convince me to take him back." She shakes her head obviously frustrated with this guy. "See ya."

"Bye," we all say sympathetically watching her go. I think Lela is my favorite of the group. She's one of the few who've actually welcomed me into this group and she's pretty awesome.

"Man I feel bad for her," says Bethanie. "That guy just can't take a hint and move on." The rest of them nod in agreement. "And using her little brother like that." She sighs heavily and shakes her head.

"So what exactly happened between them?" The minute it comes out of my mouth, I regret asking. This is my first day with them and I start with personal questions.

"None of your business." I can literally feel the hatred radiating off of her.

"Bethanie just back off for once." Jay chimes in. "She has a right to know."

"No she doesn't! It's Lela's drama why would we tell this bitch when Lela's not even around?" Bethanie yells loud enough that people have turned to look at us. A mother even covered her daughters ears. Again I have been called worse so it's not that effective but to the others it looks like it is. They all look at me–even Ethan–with concern and pity in their eyes. It's the look I've only ever gotten from teachers and servants. That look of oh that poor girl  or what happened to you? You used to be as good as your sister.

Chase slowly puts his arm around me. "You okay?" is what he asks. I shrug his arm off, sit up and look at Bethanie right in the eyes. Pure hatred. She wants to say more, keep going. A girl with my face has put her through hell once before. She wants those years back.

"Is that all you got?"

They all look at Bethanie now. Nervous of what she will say. I quickly glance at Ryder. He hasn't reacted at all in the last few minutes. His face is expressionless while the others are nervous yet excited for a girl fight.

"Words can't even describe what I think of you," she spits.

"Try." For some reason I want, no... crave for the words I've heard since forever. I want the truth. I crave the truth of what this Bethanie thinks of me to compare to the thoughts of the other one.

"Uh blondie—" Chase starts.

"You wanna take this outside?" I ask her. There's a flash of excitement in her eyes now. Perfect. She gets up and shows the way to the back door. First I follow. Then the two players and Jay joins us.

"Do you really want to know what I think of you?" She asks after closing the door.

I smile. Enjoying this. "Yes exactly. What do you think of me? Who do you think I am?"

We wait. Bethanie smirks, thinking of the choice of her words. What will hurt me the most. What will make me want to curl up in a hole and die. What will make me leave and never come back.

"Fine. I think you're a pretty little princess who gets everything she fucking wants. Popularity, good grades, top bitch of the cheerleading team, daddy's credit card. And for what? Because you think you're better looking than everyone else? Because you seem to be the 'nicest' person in the world? Maybe it's just that you've tricked everyone into liking you because you just can't handle being a normal girl. See you may have tricked some people but inside everyone knows you like getting trashed, getting high, sleeping around with every jock in the whole entire fucking city. Inside you are a basketcase, a slut who loves to spend every penny of daddy's money on drugs, clothes and martinis. Inside you love and crave to hurt people cause life gets boring or someone has cut you off and you need someone to blame other than yourself. Inside your brain is messed up without kindness, forgiveness or empathy. See why would people like you then? When all you're doing is throwing balls at my head in gym, hacking into my social media accounts, taking away every awesome opportunity of mine, using me just to throw me away again and spreading rumor after rumor around. Like, yes I may be lez but that doesn't mean I would like anyone like the fucking bitch you are!" She screams the last part.