"Are you gonna spend the whole day in the bathroom Jes?!!!" Natasha, my elder sister, barges in with her towel and soap dish. She stops to stare at me pissed, but I ignore her and continue shaving.

"You have grown disrespectful Jess, I'm talking to you, don't you dare ignore me!!!" She yells pushing at me.

I turn to her with my razor in hand. "Push me once more and I'll scratch your ugly face with this razor!" I warn returning to duty.

I watch her from the mirror smirk in challenge before moving closer. "Are you threatening me?... You wanna scare me with that stupid toy?!!! Then do it!" She pushes my head with a force that almost hits the wall mirror, she continues with it until I can't take it anymore. In blinding anger, I swing the razor at her not minding if it's her face or belly. Natasha screams in shock as the pain settles in.

There's blood all over her chin and shoulder, I don't feel remorse because I warned her, she picked on me first.

"You cut me open bitch?!!!" She throws herself at me with force swinging me to the other side of the bathroom. I slip and fall flat on my butt. I Yelp in pain but she's not done with me as she sits over me dropping a series of slaps on my cheeks. I struggle to get a hold of her face but she's too heavy on me.

Natasha is fat! I'm not sugarcoating words, she's not chubby or thick but fat. And she's currently on top of me throwing slaps on my battered face when Vicky rushes in at the amount of ruckus we were causing.

"Wtf? Tasha, get off her!!!" She yells pulling her out of me. I struggle to catch my breath, coughing and wincing, I can't feel my face.

"Have you gone crazy?! She's your little sister and you're beating her up like she's some thief. Do you know how much you weigh?" Vicky cautions.

"Don't yell at me Vicky, she started it all. She used her dirty razor on me. Look!" She shifts her face and shoulder exposing her wound.

Vicky turns to me in horror. "Is that true Jess? Did you cut your sister?!"

I ignore her, wishing she didn't interrupt us so I can get my revenge on Tasha.

"Of course she did! Do you think she'll agree to it?... She's been in the bathroom for hours and I needed to have my bath. Does she think she's the only one who has a rich boyfriend to please? As a matter of fact, I'm going on a date!!" Tasha boasts squeezing the faucet on while applying soap to her bare body.

I get up from the floor to avoid getting soaked and walk out on them with the sole aim of never returning to that house again. I wish.

I don't ever wanna see her face again, she's my worst sibling. Always jealous of my relationships and achievements. She was so happy when she heard that Landon and I had broken up. I guess she heard we're back together now it's pissed her off.

We live with my mum in a two-room apartment. I'm not sure how she affords to pay rent cos that's all she does for us. Give us a roof over our head then go about her business. Every night it's a different man, some of them are shameless to the point they accost me and my sisters promising to pay for a few hours with us. It was terrible but we soon got used to them.

I put on one of the nice expensive mini gowns I bought from the boutique last week. I've been saving up for it since the Hawaii trip. I don't want to look miserable when the rest return and I certainly don't want my friends to know that the reason I wasn't present on the trip was that I couldn't afford it so I did some shady work and saved up some money for new school clothes.
I'll never be their laughing stock.

Landon promised to pick me up by seven thirty and it was seven-fifteen by my time. So I rush out, off to my pretend home. It's a modern house just a stone's throw from mine but the owners were travelers and were never around. When I reach the gate I text the gatekeeper 'it's me' and a few minutes later the gate slides open and I enter.

Heading to his office I tip him with some dollar bills to encourage our friendship. Seven thirty on the dot the familiar car honks outside the gates and I gesture to the gatekeeper to open the gates for me.

When he does, he shouts his usual greetings to me "Good Luck at school today ma'am!" He salutes and I blush, acting like some humble billionaire's daughter.

Billionaire's daughters aren't humble.

Landon is looking and smelling fresh as usual when I get into the car. I lean in to place a peck on his lips but he moves back. "I told you we should take things slowly Jess."

I bite my lower lip in shame nodding to his suggestion. I don't have a choice, I need him as much as he needs me but he doesn't know that yet.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks, smiling in that manner that gets my belly twirling.

"Yeah, I'm fine... Rough morning but I'm okay" I touched my face hoping the amount of makeup I applied concealed my poor face. I guess it did because he didn't say another word till we got to school.

"We're here," I say hoping he'll invite me to walk with him through the hallway.

"Yeah, I've got practice this morning but I'll see you in class then. He says grabbing his duffel bag on the floor before climbing out of the car.

I sigh in frustration. Landon has changed. He's no longer that sweet romantic guy that I was in love with. After the Hawaii trip, he texted me to meet up and we did. He surprisingly apologized for throwing me off like that and I as well for anything and everything I must've done to him then we promised each other we'd work on our relationship because he stressed about not wanting another heartbreak at this point in his life.

He understood he didn't want to add me to his list of exes, me too. But it's obvious the regard he has for me has lessened after our little hitch, I'm trying my best.

What do I do to get my boyfriend to adore me like he used to?...

"Ma'am, are you getting down here?" The driver brings me back from my thoughts. I excuse myself and climb out of the car heading straight to the bathroom.

***

Just the right person to bump into in the washroom. Yvonne Novald.

I truly don't want her drama and condescendingly gloat-full speech, especially when she knows I wasn't present on the trip.

I pull my hair band, letting my hair fall all over to conceal my face. Yvonne struts in, huffing and hissing. I peep from the corner of my eyes as she stands at the edge of the mirror snapping her Gucci purse open to meticulously reapply her makeup.

I pray that the skinny girl in between us won't flee, she's the only thing separating Yvy and me. But the girl feels intimidated by Yvys presence because she scurries away, shoot!

I pretend not to notice she's there and carry on with my business. For some seconds I don't hear anything, I turn to see her staring deeply into the mirror like she's lost in thoughts.

Well... I think she's not in the mood to bring her fellow girl down. I wonder what would make our sassy queen sad and quiet? She used to be so bubbly with noise but the girl in the mirror says otherwise.

Suddenly her gaze shifts to me and I retch in fear. She has this look that can set a forest ablaze or make you wanna crawl into a deep hole, no wonder the skinny girl left.

Yvonne masks her agonizing face with a pout. "Who else other than Jessica Caurie will be hiding off in the closet?!" She starts, giving a model-like stance.

"Yvy hi," I mutter rolling my eyes.

She soaks me up with her eyes noticing my expensive gown "Mh you don't look bad for someone who couldn't afford Hawaii"

I scoff in return, "Who says I can't? Had better things to do with my time anyways. So why is our queen sassy sulking alone in the bathroom? Where are your minions?!" I smirk waiting for her comeback but her eyes flash with those same emotions I saw in the mirror.

"It's none of your business Jess!! They don't deserve a queen like me."

"Am I missing something?... You were never cool with Chelsea but Mindy? Her absence is noticeable" I pry.

"Well..." She pouts jiggling her bangles. "They can both go to hell for ganging up on me!" She quarrels before concentrating on her image in the mirror.

"After such a disgraceful attempt at stealing my boyfriend, what do you expect?" I say plainly.

"Boyfriend?... You guys were broken up at that point. Isn't that why you couldn't afford the trip?" She's rubbing it on my face.

I sigh in disbelief at her boldness.
"As I've said before it's _" she cuts in before I can finish.

"I don't care yuuno?... Whatever your reasons where I don't care" she says softly turning to the mirror with a sullen look.

"You still love him right?"

She flashes her wicked gaze at me.

"I do too, he's like that, hard to let go" I continue.

"It was a moment of weakness, I could never go back to my dung" she hissed.

"You're such a cold bitch yuuno? That's probably why your friends ditched you"

"And you're a pretentious low-class bitch who thinks we all believe your stupid fibs. Lemme tell you something, Jess. I know you don't come from money, you live with your miserable mum and sisters who by the way strip at a filthy nightclub. It's a wonder you haven't joined them"

I stare at Yvy in shock, it feels like I've been stripped naked. Bared whole for the world to see my insecurities.

"You wonder how I know?... Try Mindy" she gloats.

"I hate you," I hissed. My emotions are whirling, I think of other secrets she might be aware of.

"I don't care, you see. You should be happy I haven't spilled your secrets to Landon and that's to show I understand you. I get the need to belong Jess and I'm giving you a chance to be my friend"

"What?!"

"Unbelievable right?... You see, I can't hang out alone since my friends decided to wage war on me. Can you be trusted?"

"I can ask you that too"

"I'm not the problem, Mindy is but I'll shut her up. I can make you the envy of all. Brush you up to taste and give you class, real class" Yvy assures eyeing me.

This is what I've always wanted but not as leverage. I wanted to earn that spot. I guess things don't work exactly how we planned them.

"Deal?" She stretches her hand awaiting my compliance.

"Deal"