When in Sochi

Boss-Ass Bitch♡

I immediately grabbed my phone and dialed Gretchen Nena's number.

After he sent my call to his voicemail, I blew out a frustrated stream of air.

"What's.. What's going on?" JR sat up, concerned.

"I know who's ruining my life," I said as I put on a glossy military green parka with a fur-rimmed hood over my cropped bustier.

"I think that's hot," JR said biting his lip. "When you wear a huge coat and then like something tight underneath."

"No time to be horny," I said. I dialed the number of the original hotel room I was supposed to check in to when I arrived here instead of the room I'm staying in now (Sochi Marriott Ski Resort).

"Sochi Residence Inn, how may I help you?"

"Hi," I said in my fakest compliant voice. "Is the room for Kira Young currently occupied?"

"Why, yes it is."

I made a "yes!" expression with my fists and continued to speak, "That's perfect. Thank you. Any idea who's staying in that room?"

"Other than Ms. Young? We're not allowed to release the name, but last name is Nena?"

I made another "yes!" fist pump,thanked the concierge and hung up.

"Look, you don't have to come with me," I told JR. "I can do this on my own."

"I'm coming with you," he replied firmly. "I know you're independent, but I want to be there."

"It's Gretchen. It was ALWAYS Gretchen. Little bitch took my original hotel room. She's probably even using my credit card number. Shit!" No wonder when I tried to get Starbucks, the lady looked at my card like WTF?!

"Hey, hey, hey calm down. I'll drive you to her. Him."

"I'm sorry shouldn't you be training?"

JR said nothing and we just awkwardly walked over to the parking lot to his rented car. It was a silver Honda Civic. He got the directions and started driving me to the Residence Inn.

"Why are you doing this?" I finally asked him after a period of silence. "Why are you helping me?"

"Because I want to repay you for helping me put up with the press. You basically committed social suicide for me, which obviously, it got out of hand. But still, you know."

We drove through the streets of Sochi for the next 15 minutes or so and I never realized how beautiful it really was. It's right near the Black Sea or something.

Finally, we reach the Sochi Residence Inn. I walk right up to the concierge and slam my fist onto the table top.

"Room for Kira Young," I firmly say. I show my ID and credit card number.

"Room 22114," the concierge replied. "Extra room key for you ma'am."

"Come on," I grab JR. We go up the elevator and walk down the 20000 hallway.

"Found it," JR smiled, and I stood in front of the door and slipped the key card in. The door swung open just like that.

"A-ha!" I yell loudly in triumph as Gretchen springs up out of the bed. "You're dead, Gretch the Betch!!!!"

I had the best comebacks in high school.

"What the f**k!?!" Gretchen, obviously startled, started walking away from me.

"It was you this whole time!!! You've been feeding the press with all this bull shit about me and you're the one messing with my credit card. Seriously? Getting me and Nick Soviet Starbucks every time you see us and you're all "it's my treat!". You're also the one who's been sending US Weekly ideas to People Magazine and Nick thought it was ME because you would send your ideas from this hotel room under MY name!!!"

Gretchen stared at me wide-eyed. He was starting to hide a buncha folders now by sitting on them.

"I did not even-"

"Shut up."

"How... How did you-"

"Bitch please," I cornered him up between the night stand and the bed. "You think I wouldn't find out? You think that just because Kira Young is totally out of it right now that you can manipulate me? Oh no, bitch. I want you to call Nick and tell him right now everything you've done. I want to slap you. Uh-uh, but that's not how it works. See, in the girl world, we don't play nice. "

I edged closer until Gretchen tumbled over his own bed. I heard JR clear his throat.

"In the girl world," I continued. "We do everything in secret because we're pretentious little snakes. At least I am. And you've messed with the wrong person because I am the JD Rockefeller in this girl world."

Gretchen gulped and held the folders away from me. Then he ran over and threw them away.

"You fool," I laughed in mockery. "I already got back at you before you even knew it. You just wait. But my the gears of my plans are already rolling in motion. Karma WILL find you. And it WILL destroy you."

"Good night, Gretchen Nena," I said with a fake smile of pure malice and held JR's arms.

I can tell we left him in a stunned state, as he wasn't mentally and emotionally prepared, for that matter. When we were in the elevator, JR looked at me with eyes showing curiosity and a slight hint of fear.

"How did you already get back at him?" he asked.

I shrugged."I never did. I just said it to scare him. But the karma chameleon will handle it. I need to be the better person here."

JR beamed at me with admiration. Then he kissed the side of my cheek.

"Well, just in case the karma chameleon doesn't do her job right, I recorded it right here, all on my phone."

I smiled up at him.

"Hey," he winked. "You're a boss-ass bitch."