"Oh you're in a hurry, huh?" Came an all-too-familiar tone of voice, "To go where, Pitstain? Back to whatever gutter you crawled out of?"
Standing above her, eclipsing the tacky fluorescent lighting that reflected off of every-fucking-thing ever so slightly, was the girl who had been the bane of Piper's existence for the better part of her adolescent life. The girl who had picked on her for being poor, for her sister being a slut, for the music she liked, and for how she dressed literally from the day they were enrolled in the same high school—Kara Cutter. She was the one piece of baggage that Piper had honestly thought she had left behind on the graduation stage.
And now here she was, staring her in the face like she was right back in high school.
Goddammit.
"Oh, it's just you." Piper dropped the niceties, narrowing her brown eyes to olive slits at the sight of her most heinous enemy, "I'm sorry, I thought I bumped into a person. Instead of, you know, a trash can."
"You're calling me trash?" Kara scoffed from behind her cheap, $3 sunglasses from Claire's, "That's rich."
Kara was everything that Piper hated about high school, all summed up into one person. She was one of those girls who was completely obsessed with where everyone was and what they were doing, constantly on her phone and talking incessantly about this person or that person. She lived on the better side of town, and came from a pretty well-off family, but she still dressed like a beach rat. Halter tops, cutoffs, flip flops. With her cheap-looking platinum blonde dye job and those aforementioned sunglasses—UGH. Piper friggin hated her!
"Look, unless you haven't noticed, this is a place of business. Not highschool." Piper waved a hand out for all bitches to see, "Don't want any trouble. Just tryin' to get my mom some food here—you and I have no beef."
"Yeah, only 'cause you can't afford it." Kara's sneer intensified, "In the sense that you know I can kick your ass and, you know, you're poor and literally can't afford it."
Piper felt her chest puff out. The fire in her belly started roaring. She'd been taking shit from Kara for four years, and she'd never once just decked her one. It would have solved her problems in freshman year, and it would solve her problems now. All it would take was one good sunglasses-shattering punch, and Kara Cutter would be out of her life for the better...
BVVT! BVVT!
IF only her phone hadn't made her hesitate. Her mom would kill her if she got into another fight. On public property. Where she could be arrested. Or at the very least, be reprimanded by the police for so long that her food got cold and/or stale. Piper had to be the good daughter. To take care of her mom. Even if it meant not dealing with bitches like Kara Cutter who seriously needed to be dealt with.
"408!" The kid from behind the counter called out.
In Piper's moment of hesitation, she saw Kara's eyes flick over to the counter. The receipt in her hands had 408 in big black lettering, held so that Piper could just make it out. A small smile spread across her face when she realized that Kara's short shorts were looking a little tight. There was a slight curvature to her usually very flat stomach. Piper looked her up and down for show, which caused Kara to brace herself for impact. Poor little confrontational Kara must have been shocked when all Piper had to say was:
"Enjoy your food, Kara." with a little snort as she walked out the door
"Yeah, well, I will!" Kara called out, loud enough to attract some attention, "You...you fucking transient!"
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