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Just The Girl – Chapter Three (a HYD-inspired fic)
"FUCK YOU BETTE PORTER!!!!" Tina shouted as soon as her hands gripped the ledge. "FUCK YOU F4!!!!" Her chest heaved up and down as she breathed heavily. "YOU THINK YOU GUYS CAN WALK AROUND HERE LIKE GODS BY THROWING YOUR MONEY AROUND?" She threw her arms in the air in frustration. "WELL GO BACK TO HELL YOU DEVIL SPAWNS!!!" She screamed her lungs out. Wow.. that felt good, Tina smiled as she tried to bring her breathing back to normal.
Out in the corner of the balcony, hidden from Tina’s view by a huge potted plant, a sleeping figure began to stir. One eyed popped open.. followed by the other.. as the person slowly removed the book that she was using to cover her face while she napped. "Can you keep it down?" She said as she tucked an arm under her head.
Tina jumped up in shock as she heard a voice from her right side. She furrowed her brow as she saw a pair of sneakers sticking out from behind the potted plant near the corner of the balcony. Of all the times she went to this place, she never had company. She slowly made her way towards the person to apologize and to find out the stranger’s identity. When she finally had a clear view of the person, her mouth dropped. "SSSSamantha MMMakavejev?!" She stuttered, utterly shocked.
The brunette sat up and sighed. "It’s Sam." She said as she brought her legs closer to her chest, she placed her arms on top of her knees and rested her head on one of her hands. She cocked an eyebrow as she studied Tina’s face curiously. "Coffee girl." She stated simply.
Tina blushed profusely. Her heart was beating fast now that she was such in close proximity to Sam Makavejev. And she actually remembered her – well not in the way she wanted her to – but beggars can’t be choosers. Her happiness was short-lived though as she remembered what she had done a few minutes ago. She was mortified that Sam had heard her little rant.. and she even called her a devil spawn! She must probably think I’m crazy or something.. with the coffee throwing and the impromptu shouting. Oh God, Tina inwardly groaned, I just want to curl up and die right now. "Sorry for that.. devil spawn thing.." She managed to croak out when she finally found her voice.
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(6 votes, average: 3.33 out of 5)
Bette is on a high and mighty roll and methinks it is the mighty that fall. Time for the little “nobody” with real heart and soul to knock her off her perch.
Oh what Bette gonna do to Tina!
Bette is so funny when she is acting like an overgrown child and throwing a tantrum. Looks like a certain blond is occupying her thoughts these days.