I sat for a second, hands gripping the steering wheel, quiet. She was staring at me. I could feel her red eyes beating against my face. "Well, dear," I chose my words carefully. "If you are going to behave like a bitch, you're going to be treated like one."
"What?!"
"Do you not understand me, small one?"
"You crackwhore." She paused. "I am not a bitch. You're just jealous."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm smarter, prettier, and have style, which you, junkie-freak, do not. In fact, no one even likes you, and I know for a fact that both NiNi and Kevin want to have sex with me. Of course I'm too good to do them, but at least they realize what an asset I am to their little lives. When will you?"
"You know what. You're right. You're not a bitch." She smiled at my withdrawl. "You're a fucking cunt."
Now she sat silent, but only for a couple seconds, while her anger compounded upon itself. "You whore! I'm going to kick your ass!"
I heard Kevin snicker and NiNi gasp, and next thing I knew Erin had gotten out and ran around the side of the van. She was opening the driver's door.
"My money's on Mel!" Kevin shouted
"Oh dear," NiNi frowned.
Erin hit me right in the face, the bitch. Fortunately, she was more worried about breaking a nail than hurting me, so it didn't have much impact. I threw off my seatbelt and jumped down. I hit her once in the stomach. She paused and then slumped down to the ground.
I spat on the ground next to her. "Don't fuck with me again, bitch!" I looked down at her writhing body.
