Creating monsters (R.S.L.)

Wasted Past

Gen smiled at me, twirling a strand of her long hair. "if I were you, I would get a step on that, uh, ya know, bet."

I smiled, leaning against the wall. "Wow the light here really brings out the bleach in your hair. Your roots have never looked better."

she scowled. "listen here you little bitch-"

I smirked. "wow, someone grew some cajones." 

she blinked twice, her eye brows furrowing in confusion. "I don't speak French." she shook her head. "Anyways, you don't have me fooled. Not for one second Samantha. I know the truth. I know about how you moved away. I know about how you ran away. I know about your dark, twisted history with Ross."

I shook my head, fighting to contain my poker face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lets be real, we both knew that game of truth or dare wasn't friendly. You're gonna pay for what you did to me."

I took a step forward. "I don't know what you're talking about you psycho bitch, but-"

"ah-ah-ah" she held a finger up and wiggled it, giggling at me. "check yourself before you wreck yourself." she pulled a large manilla envelope out of her purse. "you know, its true what they say. My bite is worse than my bark." she slammed the papers into my chest, forcing me to stumble back. "Tell the Lynchs I said hi." she walked out of the bathroom, her heels clicking behind her.

what the hell was this crazy bitch talking about? I shook my head and opened up the envelope. looked like paper work, and photos. weird.....

my breath caught in my throat and a violent sob escaped. oh god oh no oh no oh no oh no! no this can't be. my fingers violently shook as I slowly pulled out small photo. I didn't even ned to look at the whit border that ebbed into darkness. I could tell by the feel of the paper what it was. the feel... so distinct, so silky, so painful. I spent hours looking at this photo, weeks and months debating what to do. who to tell. where to go. 

how the HELL did Genevieve Walker get this? i began to rip up the envelope and stuff it into the trash, burying it under everything else. I took a couple deep breaths and straightened myself up. This is not a joke anymore. this is fucking serious. I dried my tears and straitened out my hair. I undid one of the buttons on my shirt and gave my chest a lil push. 

game time.

I stepped out of the bathroom and went into the kitchen, grabbing the first two meals that were on the counter. I pu the fakes smile I could on and marched over to Ross' table. I set the food down in front of them. "Here you go! I hope you all enjoy!"

the girl hanging onto him frowned, looking to me. "mhm, this is NOT what I ordered."

Ross glanced at his food, then to me. I saw something I hadn't seen in his eyes in a while. He looked, almost curious. he leaned back, watching me.

I slapped my forehead. "oh! Allison I'm SO sorry, I-"

"MY name is Jessica."

I frowned. "Jessica? Sorry, you look  A LOT like Allison." I glanced at the food. "Oh shoot, but I brought out Ellens order.... Sorry, you bring so many different girls in here, I guess I'm stuck on this morning." I turned to the girl and smiled. "Sorry, Bethany, I'm sure ill get your nam down eventually. By the tenth time he brings a girl around I usually get their orders by heart."

her face burned a bright red and she slapped Ross across the face. "MY NAME IS MARGO!" she picked up her plate of pancakes and slammed them onto his face. SHE screamed and stormed out.