Chapter 9: The Planned Assault
Allison fumed. She noticed that everyone’s eyes were on them. They all were mumbling with themselves eagerly waiting for some drama to happen. It embarrassed her. "So what if I did some work? What if I colored my hair? What if I had extensions and... Haven’t you ever-"
"Nope! But..." Rory smiled sweetly. "I am flattered you chose my color—you know—the color that’s encoded in my awesome DNA? On second thoughts..."
Rory curled her lips as if she realized something. "Allison, I apologize. I shouldn’t have been that harsh on you. At least you have the intelligence to imitate my natural beauty!" Rory smiled, again.
She is so wound up trying to be an adult. She wanted to unwind. And she found the right person to unwind on.
She didn’t start this, alright? And Allison could back off anytime she wants to if she wants to be the bigger person. But Rory knew she won’t.
Meh, it’s Allison. She’s so boring!
"You f*cking b*tch!" Allison gritted her teeth and raised her hand to slap Rory, but ended up fisting her hand in front of her face minding the crowd around them. "If you are oh-so-great, why are you here to beg for money?" she spoke in a loud voice for all to hear.
Rory smirked and clenched her fists tightly. Allison’s hand was still waving in front of her face.
"Oh! I see!" Allison continued. "Liam refused to give you money and you are taking out your rejection on me! Why? Are you oh-so-sad that your fishy fire-crotch doesn’t attract Liam anymo~"
*Pow*
Rory’s impeccable right hook ended squarely on Allison’s cheek before she could finish her sentence. Allison stumbled to the side holding her cheek and found her balance leaning on the coffee table.
The beautiful vase on the table fell, and a loud noise of the shattering porcelain echoed in the room.