All The Pretty Girls
Rating: G to PG-13-ish.
Some language.
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Summary: An AU fic. Jessie and Katie never met
in high school, but are now both at college in the same year, studying the same
course.
PART 17
Wow. Brooding really isn't my scene. After storming off I came
straight home and have been sitting on the couch, in the dark,
looking unhappy for...uh, 12 minutes now. I'm bored. And kinda
hungry. I'd really like a muffin. I might go get a muffin.
No, stop it Katie! You're upset! Too upset to eat!
But I'd really like a muffin.
I sigh. I really am upset. And a little angry. At her. At him.
At both of them. How could she do this? I thought she liked
me...and I like her. More than like her. How could she do this?
And why? /She/ broke up with /him/. Why would she kiss him?
Unless she lied. About the whole thing. Maybe /he/ broke up
with /her/! Maybe she's just with me to make Tad jealous.
Oh god! My mind's awash with conspiracy theories. What if she's
been using me all along? What if she poisoned my mind against
Claire so that I'd fall in love with her? What if she secretly
laughs at me behind my back? And I've been so stupid that I've
fallen in love with her! Oh god!
Okay, deep breath. That's just ridiculous. Who would do that?
Sure, people do it on TV everyday...but that sort of thing doesn't
happen in real life! Does it?
I don't care. Whatever the reason, whatever the situation, no
matter how short a time we've been going out, no matter what, she
has still betrayed me. I would never do anything like that to her
(never mind the fact that I would /never/ kiss Tad anyway...that's
beside the point), but I would never do anything to hurt her. I
thought I loved her!
But she obviously doesn't love me. Love me! Hah! She doesn't care
about me at all! Otherwise she wouldn't have done this.
That's it!
It's over!
I will be humiliated no longer!
I don't need her!
And I will have that muffin!
Chocolate chip I think.
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Three choc chip muffins and another brief stint of brooding later, I
am confronted by the horrible piercing trill of my cell-phone. I
glare contemptuously at it for a few seconds before answering it...I
mean I'm upset, but I think I'm physically incapable of not
answering my phone, upset or not.
"Hello?"
"Where are you? I went back into the bar and you were gone!"
Jessie. Of course. Well at very least she cares about my
whereabouts.
"I left," I state bluntly.
"I know. That's why I'm asking. You've basically abandoned me
here," she sounds annoyed. She's annoyed? Hah!
"Well I didn't think I should stick around," I try to keep my tone
light, I don't want to jump to accusing her just yet. I'll give her
time to let her tell me...if that's her intention.
"Why not?" she questions.
"Well, I figured you'd get a ride home with Tad."
"Tad?!" she asks amazed, "Why would I get a ride home with Tad? He
hates me. And it's not like that's something I'd ask him for, since
I thought I was getting a ride home with you!" she raises her voice
slightly.
"He hates you?" I ask incredulously, "And here I thought you two had
reconciled your differences!"
"What do you mean?" she asks. But by her tone, I know that she
already knows what I mean.
"I saw you kissing him," I tell her.
"No you didn't," she responds calmly, but resignedly.
"Yes, I did," I answer her firmly, but without raising my voice.
"No, you saw /him/ kissing /me/," she tries to clarify.
"It looked pretty consensual to me," I accuse, letting a little
spite drift into my voice
"But it wasn't," she counters, "It was..."
"I don't care what it was!" I cut her off. I don't want to hear her
excuses. I don't want to listen. I want to be angry at her, and I
want her to know I'm angry at her. "I don't want to hear your lame
excuses! All I know is that you've gone off kissing your ex-boyfriend at the first opportunity you get, and left me sitting
there looking like an idiot!" I have the moral upper-hand, and I'm
going to use it!
"Oh! So that's what it is!" she yells into the phone, "It's not
that I was kissing him, it's that you feel stupid! You're only
angry because your precious ego's been dented!"
"So you admit you were kissing him?" I yell back.
"Well I might as well! Since you won't even let me explain," she
yells melodramatically, "Yes, I kissed Tad...and it was /great/!!"
"Well thankyou for your honesty!" I bellow before slamming the phone
down. "Bitch!" I spit at the phone as an after thought.
Who needs her anyway?
I have Tequila!