Chances of That

Project Sabotage

I awoke the next morning with a renewed motivation.

I had a project to start on; Project Sabotage.

That bitch was going down.

She was clearly not what Peter thought she was. I mean surely he couldn't love someone as much as he does knowing that they're capable of shooting daggers at a long time friend?

I decided to start Phase One of the plan. Direct confrontation.

Let's see what this bitch was capable of!

I take my cookies out of the oven and start piling them on a plate and cover them with cling film.

I then straighten out my grey and white striped maxi dress, grab the plate of cookies and head for the door.

I know for a fact that it's only Ava and The Bitch in the house as Josh has football practice this morning and I saw Peter leave the house earlier for some reason.

I knock on the door and plaster the sweetest (fakest) smile on my face and await for an answer.

Sure enough, Ava comes to the door and whisks me inside with thanks for the cookies.

"Peter's not here at the moment, but he should be back in a minute. You can wait in the kitchen with Pepper if you'd like." As soon as Ava said her name, the only thought in my mind was: Stripper name! She has a stripper name, what are the chances of that? "I must warn you though, she has a biiiiiiiit of a temper." She said in a hushed voice.

Now, you have to understand that Ava is, without a doubt, the sweetest, most caring person in the world, so for her to say something like that; there's something seriously wrong with this she devil.

I waltz into the kitchen with a massive smile on my face, "Hey ... Pepper," Stupid freaking name ever, "How's it going?"

She watched me the whole time, not even blinking, "Good." And that was all I got.

"Riiiiiight. Well, tell me babes," I broadened my smile, "How did you and Peter meet?"

She continued to stare at me with her stupidly bright, green eyes. Her expression was ... well ... expressionless. Her ginger hair was shaped round her heart shaped face in a bob of loose ringlets. She stood up from her chair at the breakfast bar and I saw she was wearing only an oversized white shirt - no doubt Peter's - and this pulsed anger through my veins.

"Listen Soph." The way she said my name was as if she was spitting out some food she didn't like, "We're not friends. And your relationship with Peter, will be very shortly lived. Come to think of it, it would probably be easier if you just stopped talking to him all together." She smiled sweetly at me, and this made me even angrier.

"What's your game bitch?" I spat at her.

"Easy there big boy." She said with a big boy, "No need to get angry now. My 'game' is none of your business. But I will tell you one thing ... You are not in it."

And with that she grabbed my arm with a surprising amount of strength and pushed me backwards to hard and fast that I was having trouble standing up.

Before I knew it, I was standing back on the Harrison's porch with the door slammed shut in my face.

My anger was like electricity through my entire body.

I wanted to punch something. I needed to punch something so hard.

"Hey sexy, you waiting for me?"

I didn't even think about it. I just flung my leg round and kicked the person behind me as hard as I could.

Unfortunately, this ended in me kicking Josh square in the balls.