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Tiff, Tiff, Tiff. When is she going to learn when to stop stepping on people?

She can be a true biotch but do you think you could relate to her?

Well, let's check out this chapter because it's still her turn in the spotlight. Maybe she'll be a bit more polite here.

Please see the triggers that are in the summary of this story. Just saying. 

Alright, y'all! That's all I have! You may continue! 💜🤫

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"What up, Snow Bunny?!" Brian said as he walked into the coffee shop on campus.

I couldn't believe he said that out loud. He walked up to the table with a smirk on his face.

"Would you shut up? I don't want everyone hearing about that....but hello, Stallion," I said as a smile appeared across my face. The more he looked at me, the more my heart raced.

Brian played with Raina and he did such an amazing job that he forgot all about my little white lie.

He did a cute little tea party with her, danced around with her, raced outside, and whatnot. Suddenly, Little Miss Demon fell asleep.

Brian and I went out for ice cream after that. We ate ice cream in the car and got closer....

Much much closer. Like so close that our own skins were touching each other in the backseat of his new car.

I couldn't believe it! My fantasies came to life that night and I was more than pleased.

"So what did you call me over here for? I don't usually come here," he asked as he sat at the high table with me. As he sat in the chair across from me, he looked at me concerned.

"To tell you to keep this to yourself. Whatever we did doesn't leave your car. It stays in there. Capisce?" I said as I sipped on my coffee.

"Bruh-"

"First of all, I'm not your 'bruh'. I'm a girl. 'Bruh' is something you call Jana," I cleared.

Why would I be called that? I'm not a man nor am I his brother. He can be weird sometimes.

"Well, what if someone comes in my car, especially Rena?" he asked.

Why was he asking about Rena so much? Doesn't he get enough of her? I get tired of hearing about her. She's not here!

"Didn't you clean your car out?" I asked.

"Well, yeah. But what we did in my car will go through the vacuums and into this big dirt bag in the machines. Then, it'll-"

"Oh my gosh! Shut up, Brian! You know what? For a guy, you talk way too much," I said as I held his lips together.

He can be so stupid, but I shouldn't complain. He gave me good loving.

"What was that supposed to mean? I was just kidding," he said as he rubbed his lips.

"You know what? Don't even worry about it. That's all I wanted to say. You can leave now," I said signaling for him to leave.

Aren't guys supposed to just shut up while the lady talks? When they talk, stupid things come from their lips. The woman gets mad and leaves or burns their stuff.

This is why it's very important for the man to be quiet.

I guess Brian can't even do that because he's still trying to make conversation with "So have you found a job yet?"

Wait a minute. How in the world did he know I didn't have a job? Why was he still here? He should have left a while ago.

"First off, how would you know I didn't have a job? Maybe I really do. Second, why would you care?" I asked as I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

The nerve of this guy.

"Well, Jessica told me when we went job hunting. She seems a bit worried," Brian said.

That bitch. She's not worried. She just wants to humiliate me. Oh, I got that whore.

"Oh really? I didn't think she would be worried," I said sarcastically. He really doesn't how much Jessica and I hate each other.

"Well, yeah. Why wouldn't she be? She's your friend and roommate. Y'all grew up together and still are. She's got a right to be worried, you know?" he said.

"You better be lucky that you're hot because I wonder how you even got into college," I asked as I raised my eyebrows and sipped my coffee.

"I probably got in by not drinking coffee. Maybe you should stop drinking that so you don't fail in your classes again. You're growing wrinkles," he said smirking at me.

I gasped and almost threw this coffee at him. How dare he say that to me?

"Tiffany, what's going on? Wasn't expecting you to be here with..." a sudden Bryce said walking up from behind me.

My eyes widened and my heart sank. He was wearing an apron with the coffee shop symbol on it. He had to be a barista here. I seriously thought he was a big shot or came from a rich family.

This is sad and embarrassing. For him.

"Name's Brian," Brian said as he held his hand out. Did he not realize that Bryce didn't care to shake his hand? He doesn't like him!

Bryce looked at Brian's hand and asked "Okay, so how did you two meet?"

He looked over at me with disappointment on his face. Why me though? I'm not in a relationship with this guy.

"Well, we've been friends for a-"

"Did I ask you? I was talking to Tiffany," Bryce said with bass in this voice. It took me back. That surprised me. I liked it.

"We decided to go the extra mile and become serious. We were friends for a while and he just asked me to be his partner," I said as I smiled back at him.

That was for the weak dig at me, bastard. Maybe this would get Bryce off my back.

Bryce widened his eyes in anger and looked back at Brian. "We did?" Brian asked with a confused look on his face.

"Tiff, that's good and all. I just didn't know you had a boyfriend," Bryce said while looking at me with disappointment on his face.

I would have felt bad, but Bryce was annoying as hell. After that attempt to touch me on the first date, I was turned off and didn't like him.

"She doesn't. If she does, it's not me. I actually like her friend," Brian admitted. Damn it. I really thought I had him.

Wait....what friend was he talking about? He already dated the three stooges. Not to mention, he dated me for a minute so....who's left?

Was he talking about Rena? Is that why he was always asking for Rena?

"So you lead her on, making her think she's in a relationship with you? Just to get to her friend? That's a pansy move there, bro," Bryce said as he pushed Brian out of his chair.

I widened my eyes in surprise. I couldn't believe he just did that. This just got interesting so I didn't want to stop anything.

Bryce was being serious about changing. Well, it looked like it when he pushed Brian to the floor. It seemed like he was trying to protect me. He cared for my feelings. That was so cute even though he's so annoying.

Brian got up from the floor and walked over to Bryce. "One, I never led her on! WE ARE JUST FRIENDS! So we may have fucked around once, but we both knew we wanted other people. So if anyone is the pansy, it's you. How you gonna put your hands on somebody while you on the clock, man? Not to mention, you tried to abuse this woman. Who's the punk ass bitch now?" Brian explained as he pushed Bryce back.

Way to keep what we do to yourself, Brian! Bryce fell into the display counter and glass shattered everywhere. I got scared after that. I walked over to Bryce as he stood up in anger. Then, he rushed after Brian and grabbed his neck. My heart was beating fast.

"Of all people, she had to have feelings for you! You're a bitch, bro!" Bryce said as he punched Brian in the face and slung him into the wall.

Where was Brian's strength now? He was getting creamed by Bryce. I thought he was stronger than that.

Eventually, I had to stop Bryce because he was about to kill Brian. It was sexy, but I didn't want Bryce to lose his job or go to jail because of me. Plus, Brian was right. I led Brian on and he got the blame for it.

Oh shit. Did I just admit I was wrong? I'm never having sex with Brian again.

"Bryce, I think we need to talk this out. Maybe that will help you calm down," I said as I walked with Bryce outside. The baristas and other students crowded around Brian as someone helped him up off the floor. Some of the crowd helped cleaned up the shattered display as Brian was transported to the campus clinic.

While all of that was going on, Bryce was talking to me outside. Eventually, his manager marched outside and fired him. His day was just going down the drain, but I made him smile with a kiss on the cheek. I grew to like him a little and he showed me that he changed...a bit.

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"Oh my gosh! Thank God you're back home!" I shouted in excitement after I walked through the door. I found Carmon sitting on the couch, watching Snapped.

She was gone for a while. Almost two weeks. She looked scratched up, but I thought that she was getting a little too freaky with Brittany again. I ran up to her and gave her a huge hug!

"I've never seen you this excited to see me, Tiff. What happened for all of this?" she asked as she pushed me away a little. Maybe I was hugging her a little too long, but she knew exactly why I was happy.

Once I sat down, I had to do a double take. Was this girl really wearing a business casual outfit? She looked so formal....for what though?

"Wait a minute. Before we get into that, I want to know why you're dressed like you're going to a private formal business meeting?" I asked in shock. Her breasts weren't poking through her shirt. They were actually covered. She was also wearing a pencil skirt.

A PENCIL SKIRT! It covered her knees! I was so surprised. Maybe she was actually taking my advice or Brittany got my message! I sent a text to Brittany a while ago. When we were attempting to call Carmon, I sent that very informative and frustrating text to Brittany. She didn't say anything back, but I see why now! Go, Britt! I'm so happy to see my sister come to her senses.

"Because this is the way I have to dress for my new job. We have to look like we're going to boring board meetings," Carmon said as she rolled her eyes and pulled on her skirt a bit.

Never mind. I forgot she got a new job, but what business owner would be in their right mind to hire my sister for a job? You think she did some sensual favors to get that job?

She had to. There's no other way she could have gotten that kind of job. "Let me guess. You sucked him off and gave him a good ass boob job?" I said as I sat back and chuckled.

Of course she wouldn't laugh. Her eyebrows furrowed as I chuckled. She can't run from her whorish ways and her sham of a life. It's pretty sad, but I told her.

"I gave HER a great interview and was offered a receptionist position-"

"So....you tickled her sweet spot with your tongue and got an interview?" I joked.

"No, I applied for the job. I went for an interview and got offered the job. I accepted and I work there now. That's how normal people get jobs and earn their money. You'd know that if you did the same thing," Carmon said as she crossed her legs.

Was that supposed to be a dig at me? Because that was terrible. "Oh, please. I don't need it. I'm going to school," I said as I rolled my eyes.

"You know what? If you were as smart as you believe you are, you'd be looking for a job as well," she said as she looked at me.

"Did you forget who was Aunt Clara's favorite? I don't need a job just for that reason alone. As long as I stay in school and make great grades, Aunt Clara gives me anything I want and then some. So you might want to brush up on your clap backs, sis," I said as I got up from the couch.

"There you go again. Like Aunt Clara's so rich," Carmon said as she rolled her eyes.

"Because she is. Carmon, are these guys getting bored with you? Why take your frustrations out on your little sister?" I said as I walked towards my room.

Once I touched my doorknob, I heard a "What frustrations would I have against someone who's being used by their own aunt? By the way, expect a student loan bill coming through the mail when you graduate. Maybe some phone calls from Sallie Mae as well."

What the hell was this jealous drama queen talking about? I shouldn't even entertain this, but it stopped me in my tracks. "Excuse me?" I said turning to her as she stood by the couch.

"Whoops. Did that come out of my mouth?" she asked sarcastically. She grabbed her cup with tea in it and sipped on it.

"You know exactly what you're doing. You just don't know what the hell you're talking about. You're that jealous to where you make up stories about our aunt?" I said as stood in front of her with my arms crossed.

"Oh I don't? Well, let me explain this to you since you don't get it and our 'aunt' won't tell you. That money that she's sending you is technically already yours. It's a refund check from Sallie Mae with your name on it. She's been using your name to get loan money for herself while making you think that it's all from her to you."

I chuckled at the thought. How could she even get a loan out in my name without my permission?

"Who's Sallie Mae? You're probably asking that. She's a nice student loan company until you graduate. Then you have to pay her back and she gets mean when you don't. Unfortunately, you'll probably be on her bad side after you graduate because you don't even have a job to pay her back with. Once you're done with college, Aunt Clara will be done with you and Sallie Mae needs her money. Aunt Clara's name isn't on the bill though," Carmon explained.

What a bunch of garbage coming from her lips. Our aunt has nothing to do with this. We don't have any connections with Sallie Mae. I would know because I'd get the emails. She just hates our aunt.

"Oh, please. You're lying out of jealousy. Carmon, just admit it. You're upset because Aunt Clara loves me and she wants to see me be successful. Even if all of that was going on, I'd make a lot more than you ever would. Pay all of that stuff off in the matter of a second because I'd have a college degree. Unlike you," I said with a little attitude in my voice.

For some odd reason, Carmon was laughing. She said, "If anybody is smart, it's me. I'm literally making more than the average college graduate. Why? Because I have experience. Many college grads regret going to college due to student loan debt. It's like they see it as a waste of time after they graduate. Why? Because they don't get hired in their field unless they have experience. In fact, 36% of students with student loan debt say that it's not worth it, according to CNBC.com. But I bet they don't teach you that in college, do they? Or you just refuse to listen because even Rena knows about this already. She hasn't even graduated yet."

She's spitting out statistics like she's already been in college. I didn't want to believe a word that was coming from her mouth, but the feeling in my heart gradually changed. How did she even know this stuff? She doesn't even go to school.

I fixed my posture once I saw her sip on her tea again. She couldn't see how I was really feeling. She needed to know that I was still sticking to my thoughts.

"Since you have nothing to say, I'll leave you with this. You don't even need to go to school to know the facts. I guess you better start stripping or doing something strange. You're going to need every piece of change you can get, Tiff. Now, how's that for a clap back?" Carmon said as she got in my face and walked off to her bedroom.

There was no way that Aunt Clara was using me. She's had money since we were kids. Carmon was just envious of me because Aunt Clara loved me more. She didn't know what she was talking about.

My heart was telling me otherwise. Carmon knew exactly what she was talking about. Why do you think that she was spitting out statistics and facts? Why do you think your Uncle Thomas quit going to school after so long? Why do you think he got a divorce from your Aunt Clara when you guys were kids? How do you think she got that money? She didn't have a job.

Well, Uncle Thomas was in the service and earned a lot of money. She could have been working from home or something. You never know.

My phone took me out of my debating thoughts between my mind and heart. As it rang, I picked it up and saw that it was Aunt Clara calling. Declining her call wasn't an option, but the feeling of doing so was there. I needed answers. I wanted to know if Carmon was actually a spiteful bitch who will say anything to tear me down.

"Hey, Aunt Clara," I said in a soft and polite voice.

"Hey, Tiffy! I'm so glad to hear from you! How's school going?" she asked in excitement.

Of course, she would. In the background, it sounded like an entire party was going on...again. Every time I called her or she called me, there was always the sound of a party going on. People screaming in happiness and clapping to music. She always said that it was someone's birthday at her job. She told me that she worked for a huge company and they celebrate everyone's birthdays when it's towards the end of the day. I believed her.

I hated that nickname she gave me. 'Tiffy'. I hated it ever since I was 10 years old. I couldn't tell her that though. She gave me money and took care of me. She gave me stuff and paid my way through college at that time. Why disrespect someone who takes good care of you like that? She could call me anything she wanted.

"It's going great. I'm passing my French class. Hey, I have a-"

"Oh, sweetie! That's wonderful! I can't wait until you graduate! Maybe we can go on a celebratory cruise when you do! That would be so much fun!" she interrupted with excitement in her voice. Why was she talking about cruises all of the sudden?

"That sounds amazing, but I really need-"

"Honey, what do you need? Do you need some money? I can send you some right now," she said.

"Well, not exactly. Carmon was-"

"Oh no. What did that girl do to you? I told you that it wasn't smart to live with her. I can get you your own dorm on campus. You can come back home during the breaks. I really don't think that you should stay with her because she's such a bad influence, Tiffy. She'll bring you down. She's a liar and a-"

"Aunt Clara! I need to know if you've been using my name to get student loan money. Have you been using it on yourself? Is it true that you don't really have a job?" I finally came out with.

"Did Carmon tell you this? See, that's it. You're coming home and you will not be allowed to-"

I wanted to tell her that Carmon told me. What would happen if I told her that I found out through the mail or something? For some odd reason, I didn't want to use Carmon as a pawn in this situation. I wanted the truth.

"No. I got a letter in the mail from Sallie Mae."

Everything grew quiet. In the background, people were still rejoicing and singing to the song that was playing. At that moment, I had realized that she had quit this same job two years ago. Maybe they hired her back...

Why would someone hire her back after what she said to her boss before she left though? Did they need people that bad? If it's a big corporation that pays a bunch of money, absolutely not. I never questioned her because she was giving me money, but now is different.

I just wanted the truth about everything.

"I did what I had to do to help you succeed and provide for us," she said through her teeth. The phone call ended right after she said that. My heart sank.

All of this gloating and gallivanting I did was a lie. I lied to everyone else because I was lied to. Why would my aunt do this to me? Feeling stupid, I brushed my hair back with my hand.

All of this time, I thought I was asking for well-earned money from my aunt. In reality, I was putting myself in more and more debt. There was no telling how much I had to pay back.

The worst part is that I belittled my sister to defend my aunt. The only person that really cared about my well-being and loved me no matter how ruthless I was to her with my words. Because I thought I was better than her and that my aunt was right.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but Carmon was actually right for a change.

*********

"Tiff, be happy that you know this early in your college career. You can turn this around. You can fix this," Rena said as we sat in an ice cream shop and talked.

I felt like a weak rag doll. There was no power left in me. Whoever said that there's no power in money lied.

Admitting that Carmon was right was the last thing I wanted to do. Jessica and Jana would have made me feel worse about myself, so Rena was my last option. Carmon would have rubbed it in my face as well.

Rena may not like me much, but she's never judgmental. Especially when you need her the most.

"Rena, I feel horrible. My own aunt, that I defended, lied to me. She used my name for her own personal gain. I can't reverse that. I can't get out of this debt. I seriously thought I had a full ride and everything. I don't know what to do now. This has to get paid off," I said as I held my head down towards the table.

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I was all cried out after the phone call from my aunt yesterday. "You can always kill her," Rena spat.

My head shot up in confusion as she took a bite of her ice cream. We are talking about the same person, right?

"Rena, we're talking about my aunt here. Not a random stranger. Plus, I have to apologize to Carmon. She was right about our aunt all along and I demeaned her because I thought I was rich," I said as I threw my face in my arms again. My ice cream was melting beside me. I was in no mood to eat anymore. Tears were falling from my eyes to the sleeves of my shirt.

"Well, you can always call Sallie Mae and tell them that you didn't really pull out that money. You can claim fraud against your aunt. You can gain control over your loans. They aren't too bad. I got loans and I'm still in school. Just change your email address and other information. As far as apologizing to us, I can't get you out of that. You pretty much got what you deserved," Rena explained.

I shot my head up again and looked at her with confusion on my face. I didn't say I was apologizing to everybody. I just said to my sister.

"I know. You weren't planning on apologizing to the rest of us. You should, but you already apologized to me in a way. So I accept. I'll help you with all of this loan stuff," Rena said.

I smiled lightly and grabbed my cup of ice cream. I mixed the melted ice cream in the cup and wiped my face. She may be right, but I'm not apologizing to Jessica or Jana. They can kiss my ass still. Especially Jessica.

"I guess I'll help you too," a familiar voice said as the hand fell on my shoulder. I widened my eyes.

"Rena, please don't tell me that this is the girl I share a last name with," Tiff said as I closed my eyes in hopes that this wasn't Carmon.

"Okay. I won't tell you," Rena said as she smiled.

I looked up and saw Carmon come to sit beside me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. "I told you tell me it wasn't Carmon," I said.

"I didn't. You found out by looking at her," Rena said as she chuckled.

"Whatever," I said as I looked at the pink and blue walls.

"Hey, Carmon! How'd you find us?" Rena asked as she talked with Carmon.

"You have your location turned on from Snapchat. That guy was right, Rena. You need to cut your location off," Carmon answered.

I guess no one can keep a secret nowadays. "He always tells me that because he wants to make conversation with me. Why? Because he wants to get to you through me," Rena said back.

"I can't help that I'm his cute little Snow Bunny," Carmon laughed. This was making it much harder to apologize to her. A small part of my heart wanted to beg for her forgiveness.

And by small part, I mean .01%.

"You're a terrible person," Rena said.

"Call me what you want, but you can't call me ugly," Carmon teased.

As soon as I connected eyes with Rena for a brief moment, here goes Rena with "Well, I'm sure you aren't here by accident". She was really trying to make me feel guilty.

That was going to be pretty tough.

"Actually, I'm here to get ice cream for Loraina. She did an amazing job during her ballet classes and I offered to get her ice cream. She wanted the extreme banana split. You know she wants to do ballet while she goes to school?" Carmon said.

Suddenly, a little head popped up from under the table. It had black haired pigtails with pink bows in them, grey eyes and rosy cheeks. Add devil horns to the list and you've got what I saw!

"Raaaaaiiiiiinaa..........," I seeped between my teeth. That child was the absolute devil. A whole demon.

"Awwww, Raina! You look so cute! You finally dress her up like a child, Carmon," Rena said giving Raina hug as if she's just the cutest little child in the world.

If she only knew her dark side. For some odd reason, I'm the only one who can see it. "She's the reason why I was so happy that you were home!" I said stressing out. I wanted to pull my hair out because of this child. This made my mood no better.

"Well, what did you do to her?" Carmon asked as she smirked at me. I rolled my eyes and just stopped talking.

"Auntie Tiff, you need to say you're sorry to my mommy," that baby witch said. How the hell did she know I needed to apologize? This child is so nosey.

"She ain't lying, Tiff," Rena agreed as she snacked on her ice cream. I wanted to smack that ice cream out of her hand, but she wasn't wrong.

I turned to Carmon and saw her looking down at her phone. If she continued to look at her phone, this would go smooth. She wouldn't be paying attention.

"Carmon, I'm so....so....." I started. For some reason, I couldn't say the word. Suddenly, she looked up at me and smiled.

"I apologize. I apologize for how jealous you are of me and that you have to ruin my mood to make yourself feel better," I said with a confident look on my face.

Rena and Loraina looked at me with shocked faces. Carmon rolled her eyes, but I apologized. They never said how I had to apologize.

"Take what you can get, Mommy. It could be worse," that twat said. I looked at her and gave her the evilest eye I could. This was not her battle and she needed to shut the hell up.

"Well, since you don't know how to properly apologize, I got something. You can babysit Raina when I need you to. That'll be part of your sincere apology and your first job," Carmon said as she left the table.

My eyes and mouth widened. She did not just order me to do something. I got to watch this little crumb snatcher every time she goes out?! Every time she has to work?! Every time she just needs a damn break?! What the hell?! I didn't think that babysitting would be the first job I ever had.

"Rena, aren't you going to tell her that watching her little brat is wrong?!" I exclaimed. Plus, it was Jana's turn to watch her!

"Hey, I'm not a brat! Just because you got in trouble by Mommy doesn't mean you have to be mean to me," Raina said as she rolled her neck and folded her little arms.

"Girl, I'm encouraging it. You need the money, the time with your niece, and I need the time to live! Thank God! Enjoy her! She's a jewel!" Rena said as she laughed.

A jewel? Oh, she's lying to herself. She means a rock that you keep tripping over. It's always in the way when you're trying to walk! That's what Raina really is!

I absolutely hate kids. Maybe I can get Jana to help me out with this little terror child. I thought Dennis The Menace was bad. She makes him look like an angel.