Can She Not?

Chapter 4

Andrea

Cata-bitch makes me want to dig up a hole, throw her skinny ass in there, and bury her with dirt. But we can't all get what we want, can we?

She had the audacity to take Audrey and I back to her place to get showered and clothed. Yeah, we were sweating majorly, but you know, anyone with a general working mind would leave the window open, but alas, not Catalina. Makes sense.

I was staring out the window, mentally killing Catalina in my mind, listening to music. Audrey was picking at her fingernails, tugging on Catalina's 12 inch extensions.

"Okay, now girls, you both look utterly disgusting and I do not want any of that in my place." Catalina stated with a high pitched, obnoxious voice as her fingers tapped the steering wheel, taking one hand off and flicking her hair. "So, when we get in, do not, and I repeat DO NOT step on my white fur rug. That cost $3450 and I am not getting dirt on it, especially by a bunch of pansies."

I scoffed out loud, "Guess you already ruined it then." I stated with my head up high, as Audrey let out a low "oooooo" as we wiggled fingers.

"Shut up, you twat!" Catabitch called out, whilst Audrey let out a loud laugh, because obviously that was the best she could do.

Still recovering from my gnarly insult, Catalina parked her car, with much force, and violently clasped the keys as she pulled them out. Like a child would, she stomped out of her car, letting out a dying pig sound as she pulled us both out.

That cumsack put her filthy hands on my shirt. Time to go burn it.

We all went up to her door, as she forcefully opened it and went straight to her colossal closet.

"Who pissed in her Cheerio's?" Audrey whispered harshly in my ear, to make sure that Catalina heard it. She probably did, but made no comment as she went through her closet.

She grabbed different articles of clothing, and threw them at us. Pushing us to the bathroom, she told us, "Do not use any of my products. They cost a ton and I'm not wasting it on any of you guys."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't say a word as Audrey slammed the door in her face.

After each of us got dressed, we looked like baby hookers. Catalina thought it was, "Perfect!" probably because we looked just liked her. Gross.

In a bit more than five minutes, we were at the mall, surrounded by cameras. The flashing lights burned my eyes as Catalina was smiling, and holding our hands with her crusty, unwashed, shit-stained palms, as we made our way through the entrance of the mall. Straightaway after Catalina got what she wanted, she pulled away from our hands. "Girls, we need to head to the spa now! I'm expecting someone and I don't want you to ruin it." She smirked, and sauntered away, waving her hips.

Audrey and I looked over at each other, and grimaced. Nonetheless, we followed Catalina to the expensive spa, dreading the time spent with her already.

*

When we were all situated, we immediately saw Catalina wave over to a guy, a so-called "sexy smirk" on her face. As much as I hoped I could eavesdrop on her conversation, she sat too far to even know what she was saying. Audrey huffed as she tried to listen as well, but gave up.

When I saw her grab onto his arm in a flirtatious way, my forehead creased in confusion. I never had good eyesight, therefore it was hard to see what was happening, but I could tell Audrey could perfectly. She shook my arm, and whispered, "What is she doing?"

I squinted my eyes just enough to see that she was now stroking his veiny arm, as weird as it sounds, and flickering her very long eyelash extensions.

This wasn't right.

Questions flooded my mind as to what she was doing, but it wouldn't be much of a surprise if she was flirting. I just felt bad for Shawn, having no idea about her predicted charades.

If this fucktard is cheating or is up to some crazy shit, I swear she aboutta get whooped by my own two hands. Try me.

I mentally told myself, shaking my head. I looked over at Audrey, and started communicating with my eyes. For some odd reason, we were always able to tell what mainly the other person was saying, just by eye gestures. I could tell that she was thinking the same thing by how her eyes squinted.

She pulled out her phone, and as soon as she tried to take a picture of the breathtaking scene, her phone died. Well then. Ha, too bad I'm a cumcake and never charge my phone. Absolutely fantastic.

I looked to Audrey with a knowing look, and she did the same.

It would be Catalina who would be up to cheat, but as far as we know, she can be up to much worse.

*

Two long hours later, we were prepared to leave.

As soon as we got out, cameras and questions started calling out from every direction.

Why me. Why us.

Catalina just smiled and pat our hair, as Audrey and I both looked up at her with disgusted faces, because that's nasty. She's nasty.

When we finally got into the car, Catalina turned to us. "You guys did so horrible! Ugh. I swear to God if you guys made them write anything bad about me in the papers, I will rip out your own hair!"

"That's too bad that you can't rip out your own since it's all extensions." Audrey tsked, as I choked on my own spit. Damn girl. Yes.

Catalina let out a frustrated scream, as we arrived at our own house, finally. As soon as we walked up the front stairs, Shawn came out, a smile as bright as the sun. I still felt bad, so bad. If Audrey or I were to tell him what we saw, he would not believe us, even if we were his sisters. He loves that bitch too much, it's sickening that he doesn't realize that she's the McBitchiest bitch of them all.

She ran up and kissed him, as Audrey and I gagged roughly, and left with a radiant smile and huge wave.

I sighed in disappointment as Shawn welcomed us back into the house, the scent of cookies invading our noses.