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Operation: Revenge on Mister Bitter

Chapter 6: Revenge on Mister Bitter

third person

"RUELLA!!" A familiar feminine voice screeched and tackled Ruella Evans in a tight bear hug evwn before she could fully exit the black Audi R8 that she borrowed from her older cousin Alberto. Krysha's dirty blonde locks bounced behind her as she jumped up and down, dragging a laughing Ruella inside her two story modern house.

Aria Collins and Anna Winters - two of Rue's best friends - stood at the door wearing almost identical smirks and outfits; both wore a white crop top that said 'YOLO' in big bold gold letters, red high waisted shorts, brown woven belts and brown gladiator sandals. The only difference was the red flower crown on Aria's head which left her perfect brown curls to natural fall around her while Anna had her two-tone aviators push her brown ombre hair away from her cool blue-gray eyes like a headband.

Rue immediately hooked her free arm around Anna's arm, dragging her along. "If I'm going to die this way, might as well drag you with me, eh?" She grinned at Anna and skipped along with Krysha towards the living room. Anna made a wild, desperate grab for Aria but missed terribly.

With a laugh, Aria followed behind them, closing and locking the door after she entered. The three idiots had gone ahead into the living room where their last member, James Styles - yes, James Styles (or Jamie as the girls loved to call her) - was busy eating popcorn and watching that old horror movie she found in her mum's closet.

Krysha playfully pushed Rue into the couch beside Jamie, the blonde dyed dancer of their small group.

"Feet off the table, Styles." Krysha reprimanded James and swatted away her red Vans clad feet off the coffee table. James obliged reluctantly and crossed her legs instead.

James was wearing a plain white tank top underneath an oversized red and black plaid button up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and she tucked her tank top into her dark blue denim shorts. Her wavy blonde hair was tied up into a messy bun with a few tendrils framing her beautiful pale face and accenting her emerald-sapphire eyes.

"Okay, mum." Jamie joked, her British accent awkwardly ringing through the room. Rue always found it odd how an Irish accent would suit the blond beauty but oh well. Krysha nudged Jamie and sat on her other side because Rue had taken the right while Anna and Aria sat on the two armchairs on either  side of the couch.

"So what was so important that you had to call us at five in the morning, huh, Maxwell?" Anna smirked amusedly as she observed her blood red manicured nails. Krysha stuck her tongue out at Anna but smiled widely, as if she had been waiting for that question all her life.

"Well, remember how -" Krysha was cut off by Jamie frustratingly throwing a piece of buttered popcorn at the television screen when the ghost possessed one of the daughters of the main character but instead of the buttered goodness hitting the 70'' HD TV, it hit Aria in the eye.

Aria cursed while wincing, her sky blue eyes snapping up to look at Jamie as her lips curled into a scowl. "What the heck, Styles?!" She snarled angrily and Jamie had this really sheepish look on her face as she looked down, embarassed.

"Whoopsie...?" Jamie laughed nervously, raising her deep blue green eyes to meet Aria's bright sky blue ones. Aria's scowl deepend as she grabbed the second bowl of popcorn, this time it was cheese.

"Whopsie?" Aria echoed, the scowl turning into the devilish smirk the Collins siblings wore when they were up to something that would probabbly send you hiding your Pradas or Gucci. "I'll show you what a whoopsie is!"

Jamie shreiked as half the cheese popcorn bowl's contents were thrown at her and Aria burst into laughter. Anna and Rue joined in but Krysha was too busy fretting over her new Persian rug to even think about laughing.