You swallowed. Bristol had a fire burning in her eyes like you'd never seen before. A woman filled with pure hatred had you pinned against a wall near the door.

'Oh *friend* me'

"Uh-" You yelped, your voice much higher than usual. "W-what are you doing? Can y-"

"You STOLE him from me!" She roared. "Mark and I were meant to be, and you had to go and ruin everything, didn't you?" She near screamed. The other customers in the shop stared, Bristol giving them a piercing glare in return.

Lauryn spoke up. "Hey, uh, can we please refrain from physical contac-"

"SHUT IT FOUR EYES!" Bristol spat.

"Such an original comeback." Lauryn muttered, shaking her head and smiling to herself.

"Now. Where were we? Oh yeah, the part where the part where Mark's true love beats the crap out of the little man-stealing thief." Bristol hissed at you. She made a fist and was about to punch you when:

*SPLASH*

An ear-shattering scream filled the coffee shop, the scream coming from a magenta-haired girl covered in iced latté.

"That'll be $4.75 ma'am." Lauryn said, trying to keep a strait face. You couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Big mistake.

Bristol went to punch you again yelling "You little bi-" but was stopped yet again by a tap on the shoulder by the brown eyed worker.

"Um, hun, ya may not want to do that... That camera up there-" She gestured to the corner of the ceiling. "Is always recording. So... I could contact the manager, and they'd contact the police, and it'll just be a mess for ya. So if you could put your hand down, that'd be great."

The enraged fangirl slowly put her fist down.

"You listen here, you little thief. Until you let me be with Mark, I will make both your lives a living Hell. Got it?" You nodded. She shoved past you and stormed out the door, coffee still dripping off her clothes.

As ticked off as she may be, I'd still think about what she said to you...

Fun Fact: Bristol is actually modeled after the girl who tried to kill me back in school. Kattra Coella was my worst enemy in 6th-8th grade.

She pinned me up against the lockers, pulled out a pocket knife, kept it hovering two inches from my side, and told me if I told on her, she'd kill me. Every day I was given a death threat, or was told to commit suicide. Nice girl huh? *cough*Asshole*cough*

Anyhoo, I tried to make this a tad longer than my other chapters, because people started whining about them being to short. (Ya gotta get the length right to get a proper cliffhanger. Lol!)

Okay, enough word farting to you lovely people. Thank you so much for reading, and I'll catch you in the next chapter... See ya!
~Lizard