What's up folks?! SURPRISE! It's double upload day for Screw Me Over! Part of my little treat for March! Y'all don't understand how much I love March! Not just because my birthday is in March (March 23rd by the way. Mark your calendars), but because it's spring time and spring time brings flowers and love and allergies. 😂

Anyway, Awwwwww! Wasn't this so sweet?! Well, now Raina's coming back to be her little wacky self even though she never really left! 😂

What do you think will happen with Jessica and Jana? Even though they're so in love, there's always something that could break them or make them stronger.

Do you think that Tiffany should have poured that popcorn all over Jana?! 😂 it wasn't like Jana was complaining right?

Poor Rena. Still can't get over those scary stories. Do you think that Rena should have watched what she said to Carmon? Do you think she kind of hit below the belt?

Did Carmon deserve it? And if you were having a bachelorette party, would you want her to plan it? 😂 "dick pops!"

Well, we are back with another chapter for Screw Me Over! It's Tiffany's turn to walk to runway and tell us about what's going on in her life right now!

Anyway, please see the triggers that are in the summary of this story.

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

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Jana's last-minute slumber party wasn't all that bad. It's been a pretty long while since we all came together and had a slumber party like that. The last one we had was for my birthday and Carmon wasn't even there. This was when I was turning 13. She was hanging out with that bastard and her other friends that weekend. Damn Heath.

Seeing Jana happy was a good feeling for me after what happened a few months ago. From what I observed, she was always down. She stayed in her room most of the time, she didn't post on social media about her DJ business, and barely ate. Jessica even tried to get her in the mood and that didn't even work. How would I know? Jessica would complain about it a few days out of the week.

Of course, they thought I didn't really care about Jana because we were always at odds, but we were still best friends and we related with each other on certain things. When we heard about Jana almost being abused by that scoundrel, an alarm set off in me. I felt exactly what she was feeling and cared about her. I would never want any of my friends to go through what I went through as a teen. Especially with that blood thirsty rat.

Anyway, the evening of Jana's slumber party was entertaining, but the morning after was dragging. I had a massive hangover after our drunken festivities that night. Jana and Carmon finally unlocked the alcohol cabinet and we drunk up everything. Once they passed over the Zinfandel, the whole bottle was down my throat.

I wasn't much of an alcohol drinker, but Rena decided to drink with me. She was sipping on champagne and my glass was filled with the Zinfandel. Once Jana and Jessica challenged me to down the whole bottle, it was on. After that and a few shots of vodka, I was gone! That's all I can remember from that night.

Making someone else's afternoon coffee was not on my want-to-do list but working wasn't an option if I wanted to go to school next semester. This job was the only way I'd get there as it pays for my tuition.

My body sat itself up from the floor making a terrible headache rear its ugly head. Running my hands through my blonde locks, my eyes looked around only to find the rest of the girls laying around lazily. Was this some kind of orgy or what?

Carmon's body was spread all over the couch with her right hand on Rena's breasts. She says she's not a breast person at all, but here she is with her hand all over someone else's chest. It's a good thing they were talking again because I was over them being on bad terms over a smelly pig that cared about neither one of them.

Anyway, Rena was curled up with her hands between her legs. Jana and Jess were on the floor, alongside Rena, cuddled up together with Jana's hand between Jess' legs. It was very disturbing to be honest. For some reason, I woke up by myself. Thinking about that and looking at everyone else, my heart felt bad for a minute.

Why was everyone else being touched? Of course, I wouldn't want to be touched by my sister. Everyone else, on the other hand, wasn't related to me. Maybe I wanted to be held as well. Definitely didn't want anyone touching my privates, but just knowing that someone cares about me enough to cuddle up to me would have been nice.

A relationship like Jess and Jana's was something that I actually wanted.

Did I really just think that?

I have been around these ladies for way too long, but it was true. Jana saw Jess as her queen and loved her so much after the whole cheating fiasco. Why couldn't I find a man like that? In my eyes, I'm Queen Tiff. Why couldn't a worthy man see me as such?

Rolling my eyes and getting off the floor, my feet led me to my room to get ready for work. A nice hot shower was just what I needed to wake up and get through the day. Once I dressed myself in my work uniform and pulled my wet hair back, I left the apartment and started on my way to work.

Thinking about Jana and Jess' relationship put me down a bit.

And by a bit, I meant by like 1%.

How could two women be in, what seemed like, the perfect relationship? But if a man and a woman get into a relationship, it's pure hell? Like where is the respect for a woman when it comes down to the man? Jana worships Jess and I couldn't even get Tyler, my then Christian boyfriend, to pay attention to me. This just goes to show that men are literally not shit.

Maybe I should consider being with a girl.

TIFFANY, HAVE YOU GONE STUPID?! Did you forget who you are? You're a child of God! God doesn't want his children dating the same sex. Plus, you wouldn't do that even if you were about to die.

How does it work out for two women being in love with each other and not for a heterosexual relationship? Do men not know how to love or something? Are there no good men left in the world? No good men of God out there? Why is it so hard for me to find that one man that will change my entire life for the better?

As soon as I arrived at work, I was reminded of my busy past. Many sorority girls were with their fraternity boyfriends just hanging out with so much free time on their hands. I forgot that we were in the last few days of the semester. It was exam week and I was already done with all of my exams. Everyone was going home and I was stuck working for my next few classes to be paid.

Remembering when I didn't have to work, my heart sank as I came behind the coffee counter. It was a good feeling for a minute. My sorority sisters and I would come in here a few times a week and just make fun of some of the baristas that worked behind the counter. Sometimes, Megan would make us raise hell by ordering a difficult order or a long order for them to make. It was funny in the moment. Now that I work here, the baristas hate me and I don't blame them.

After Bryce got fired from the coffee shop, he put me in a good word for me and I got the job on the spot. Stephanie didn't know me from a hill of beans and she just hired me. Probably because she knew I was one of the sorority sisters that teased the baristas. Now, I'm being paid back. Again, I don't blame them.

Anyway, I started around the middle of the semester and haven't been fired yet so that means I have to be doing something right. Correct?

Joining the rest of my coworkers behind the coffee counter, my eyes spot the bitch that had no problems with making my life a living hell while I participated in the sorority. Ever since I came into the sorority, she had been making my life a living hell. Unfortunately, I was forced to quit due to my slacking grades and the money was tight after learning about my aunt taking student loan money for herself. There was also no time to stick around with work taking up most of it.

"TIFFANY!!!! Oh my gosh! Look at you! You're working for a change. What a slave...," the redheaded heathen spat as the rest of the girls laughed at me from behind the counter. Her devilish green eyes looked me up and down studying my work uniform. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. They didn't stay in this coffee shop, but they just so happen to be here today. I still look a mess.

"Hello, ladies. What can I get you?" one of the baristas asked as she covered for me at the registered. She turned to quickly to smile at me and I prepared myself to make the drinks.

She eyed the drink menu and said with a quickness "I would like a large 7-pump soy, 12-scoop matcha, 180-degree NO FOAM green tea latte...please."

The barista's and my eyes widened in surprise. It should have been expected but, forgetting that I didn't know how to make drinks well, I took on the job of making their drinks. Looking at all of the ingredients on the counter with confusion, I overheard the rest of the ladies order alongside their friends and boyfriends. When asked to pay, she told the barista that she's putting it on my tab. What tab did I have?! I was broke as hell!

Megan flashed an evil smirk my way as her sorority sisters gigged to themselves. It was very frustrating.

"Unless you can't pay for it, Tiffany. If not, we understand," Megan spat in a sarcastically sad way. Rolling my eyes, I went to help the other baristas make the drinks I could. Really, it was just the glasses of water.

Soon, a random guy came up to the cashier barista and said "Use this. Bryce said it's on him."

Bryce. Go fucking figure. Here he went again trying to look like the big shot and getting all of the women to notice him. This guy was always humiliating himself or me thinking that he was making himself look good. It was tiring.

Good thing he paid for the orders though because someone had to pay for them. As we prepared everyone's orders, my ears overheard an amused Ashley and Megan talking about a certain guy.

"Girl, isn't he just sexy? He's like the next Harry Styles," the blonde and ditzy Ashley spoke to Megan and bit pink manicured lip.

"He absolutely is sexy and his family is rich? I've definitely got to talk to him. This means that he's off limits now, especially to you Coffee Girl," Megan taunted as she walked over towards the random developing crowd that sat in the right corner by the door.

A random sound came from over there and blasted through the store. It had to have been a guitar because it sounded like something Jana played on hers when she had free time. It wasn't a regular event to my knowledge. I thought that Stephanie had a college student come in to play music for the people in the shop just to showcase their talents or let them be our radio.

The things that they play on the regular radio are horrible. They play music that Jana listens to at like 11 in the morning on weekends when she's in a good mood. That loud rock crap when they're screaming and acting obnoxious. That old rock music that no one really listens to anymore.

Soon, the crowd got larger and my co-workers were even talking about it. What the hell was going on over there? I even wondered.

"Tiffany, can you go see what the fuss is all about? Thanks!" Stephanie's head poked out from the small office in the back. She better had been lucky that she was in a phone conference with our corporate office. Otherwise, someone else would have gone out there.

Sighing as the other baristas converse about the commotion, I left the counter and stopped at the back of the crowd looking at them in disgust.

Did she really expect me to push through this rather large crowd of people? They could have not washed their bodies this morning or just dug in their nose. Or could be sick. Someone could have a drink in their hand and spill it on me. There was no way I was shoving my body through this sweaty ass crowd. I don't think so!

"MOVE IT! NOW!!!!!" I shouted as everyone's heads stopped bobbing to the guitar players music. Heads turned to me as my anger erupted. They all stepped aside making a path for me to get to the now quiet and mysterious guitar player. Everyone began to disperse as I finally laid my eyes on the mysterious music maker.

Damn it! Not again! This guy wasn't mysterious at all! It was that green-eyed, shaggy dark brown haired, baby-faced user named Bryce! He was sitting on one of our tables singing a pathetic sad love song. I'm guessing the paying for everyone's drinks thing didn't work so he had to do something else to get attention. How pitiful.

His eyes looked up at me with a chilled smirk came across his face as Megan had been sitting beside him with her eyes and hands all over him. This was getting so old.

"So, you're a musician now?" I asked with a full-on attitude and my arms folded inward.

"You could say that," he said as his smile caught me off guard and became infectious. A small smile came across my face and I didn't even notice it until a barista hollered for Megan and her friends to get their drinks. My smile fell into a quick frown.

No, no, no. What the hell was he doing here? There was no time for his shenanigans. Party was over.

"Okay, no. You have to leave. Like right now," I demanded as my finger pointed towards the exit. His leafy green eyes were digging deep into my soul. Luckily, my hardened heart wasn't here for it.

"Why don't you go back behind that counter now, Coffee Girl? Leave us to talk," Megan teased as she rubbed Bryce's semi-muscular bicep. She was getting annoying with every passing minute.

As I rolled my eyes, Bryce tried to play peacemaker by saying "Calm down. Why don't you let me talk to her and you go get your friends' drinks?"

She nodded her head strictly and walked past me with an evil smile on her face. Flipping her hair back into my face, she continued walking to the counter. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do since I was on the clock and on the property.

What am I talking about? My hands wouldn't dare lay a hand on her hideous stature.

She was just being her regular bitchy self anyway. Why would I lay my hands on her?

"So, you're saying that I can't play my guitar here? Wow, didn't know that was a problem now," Bryce said as he stood in front of me with an amused look on his face. There was nothing funny about this.

"Well, now it is. Why are you even doing this? Don't you have a job? I bet you never did this while working here," my lips opened as our eyes made contact.

"Actually, this is exactly what I did every Thursday afternoon. Who said it was going to stop?" Bryce argued back.

"Well, obviously, Stephanie did since she sent me over here to stop you. Didn't she fire you anyway?"

"Stephanie wasn't my boss at the time. She has, however found out about why I got fired. Thanks to you and your little 'guy friend', I don't work here as a barista anymore. Luckily, she let me stick around and play here still. So, I'm still an employee in a way," Bryce confessed.

I bit my lip back at his response. This was totally embarrassing. Wishing it were a joke, I thought about the whole thing. He had to be there every Thursday afternoon? I should ask for Thursdays off now. Maybe I should transfer schools.

"Oh goodness! It was just Bryce! Tiffany, why didn't you tell me it was just my boy?!" Stephanie said coming out of the office to wrap her thick body around him and smiling. His lips curled in a polite smile as I stood with an annoyed look on my face. Wish I would have known this before coming over here to look stupid.

"Well, I didn't know he was allowed to do this. Glad to know this now," I said as my body turned back towards the counter. Soon, I was pulled back into the arms of the cliché fuck boy.

"Oh, I thought you said that you didn't put your hands on ladies like that anymore, Bryce," I whispered in shock as he looked deep into my eyes.

As my eyes rolled, he explained with "I don't. Look, I know we aren't exactly on good terms. I get it, but you seem like you're light on your feet after I just grabbed you like that. Do you think you could be my dance partner at an upcoming charity ball that I'll be playing in?"

Was this guy serious?! Why would I want to go anywhere with this attacker?! I don't think so. Pushing myself off him, my ears heard an annoying sound coming from behind me.

"Brycey, how long are you going to be talking to...her?" Megan barked with a disgusted tone. Looking just like a tomato head.

Then again, I could pull out my best ball gown just to show Megan up! Why not take the chance?

Turning back to Bryce, I said, "Fine, but I'm wearing pink and we need to match. This is not a date, by the way. We're just two people doing each other a favor. Got it?"

A big grin came over his face as I walked back to the coffee counter and let Megan be all over him for the moment. He was too busy looking down at his phone. Little did she know that he wouldn't be interested in her for long.

Suddenly my phone vibrates in my pocket and I see where he sent me the flyer stating all of the details. This was going to be a ball and I was ready to play.