Just Like Water

Fiona

"Hey, do you see that girl?"

"Which girl?"

"The one in the pink top. We should go talk to her. I think she's new here."

"Who...NO!"

"No? What do you mean no?"

"I mean N-O, Michael. We can't go to her."

"But why?"

"Let's go."

"Wait, what?"

"Bye."

As soon as she saw that girl with her Jessica Simpson blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and signature smirk, a cold hand closed around her heart. She hadn't seen that face in a long time, and had hoped not to see it ever again.

That girl- Fiona was her name - was a devil in the form of a model. Fiona was the one Matt had gone too after he dumped her, even before that actually. Fiona was the one he went to when he didn't come to comfort her after the death of her brother, he rarely ever did and when he did, it was always rushed, a quick hug and "You can get through this. Oh sorry, I got to go. Feel better!" he never was there. "She's so much more beautiful," Matt had told her one day with Fiona hanging off his arm. "She doesn't let her problems affect our relationship. She's so much better than you, and I love her."

Fiona had laughed, a high pitched cackle, and said in a sugary sweet voice," I love you too, baby!"

Ever since then, Fiona terrorized her whenever she could. Whether it was the snide remarks about her drug addicted mother, dead brother, or workaholic dad, or the occasional tripping, she was always after her. "I'm so much more better than you. I'm so beautiful and you're not." she used to say. "That's why Matt chose me and not you."