Not Mine (Completed)

Chapter 18

I am a horrible person. A very, very horrible person. I blame my broken home upbringing, my absent father, my issues with abandonment, yada yada yada..But still there was no excuse for what I did. I looked at Sierra who was too shocked to say anything. Or rather I was zeroing in on her ruined designer top. It's been molested by the plate of chili cheese fries that  'accidentally' escaped my grip. I mean, it was trying to get away. It refused to be eaten. I was hapless.  And a horrifying human being. 

"Oh my God!" Sierra said in shock. Wes stared at her wide-eyed while Josh couldn't say a word, he was gaping so much. 

"Oh God, oh God, I'm so sorry! It was an accident! I didn't mean to make this happen!Here, let's go clean this up at the ladies." I rushed to wipe the front of her top with the napkins on the table. It made the stain worse. Sierra quickly got up and ran to the ladies. I quickly followed. 

At the ladies, Sierra looked into the mirror and sniffed. She gave me a glare through the mirror. I shrank back and refused to meet her stare. She looked scary as eff. She tore off the top and run it under the tap water. Tears were spilling down her cheeks and she kept giving me the death glare. I got some hand soap and tried to help her to get the stains out. But suddenly, she threw the top into the sink and splashed water all over the floor. In her expensive-looking peach lacy bra, she charged at me, her face grim and her red hair creating an illusion of a lion's mane framing her flushed but otherwise flawless face. Totally freaking me out. I backed away slowly uncomfortably.

"You did this on purpose." She said simply in a low, scary voice.

"No! It was an accident-" I denied vehemently and Sierra suddenly grabbed me by the collar and pushed me hard against the cold tiled wall. Ouch!

"Listen here, you fat bitch. I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to get Wes away from me-" She started saying menacingly but I quickly cut her off.

"No, I'm not! Really! It was an accident-" I sputtered as she pushed me harder and leaned forward so I could see her cold blue eyes cutting into my wimpy brown ones.

"Look at you. You're an ugly fat pig. Wes will never, ever like you. He may treat you nice, but that's coz he feels sorry for you. He thinks you're pathetic. That's why he's being all friendly  to you. But at the end of the day, I would be the one he chooses. Guess who's going to be the one he kisses and takes out for dates? Not you, apparently. You're only good for hanging out when he's  bored. Now you get out of my way and out of my face or I will destroy you in front of Wes!" Sierra warned, her eyes and hair ablaze.  I took a deep breath to protest but she jumped right back in and pushing her arm on my shoulder, hard.

"Shut up! I know you like him. You're always staring at him on the beach with that sad, pathetic dog-eyed stare. Urgh, have some dignity! At least don't be so obvious! And now you just ruined my $200 top because you're a jealous, petulant little fat freak." Sierra growled low near my ear. I felt sweat started to run down my back and face. Oh God, this girl is scary!!

She pushed off me and continued trying to wash her top. I stared at her back, unsure of what to do. She had taken me by surprise. Gone was the lilting southern accent she was sporting earlier and out came the ghetto growl..wait, is that a thing? Whatever, but I knew I had to get out. I quickly slipped out of the ladies. Just as I walked out I ran smack into Wes' chest. I stepped back and looked up, my eyes wide. Oh God, he didn't hear anything, did he?!

"Hey, is everything ok? Where's Sierra?" Wes asked in a worried tone. I looked at him, relieved that he hadn't heard anything.  Suddenly, he ran in into the ladies. I was shocked but figured that I should just leave them alone. I walked back mournfully to the table. Josh was sipping his soda as I sat beside him. He leaned back and glanced at me. He sighed and put his arm around my shoulders.