"Berenice!" she screeches, "I didn't expect to see you here."
She smiles laughingly, "I thought you would get that you aren't welcome."
I catch the wig as she lets it drop, holding it close to my chest.
"I just wanted to... visit," I squeak, barely above a whisper.
Britney looks at me with a smirk.
"Well, you got here at just the perfect time! We can finish what we started from this morning..."
She takes a step forward.
"We can see if another cut will heal just as quickly as the first one."
The pool behind me comes closer and closer as I back up, and soon my feet are on the edge. There is no place to run. No place to hide.
"Leave my girlfriend alone!"
A smooth, commanding voice erupts, and a muscled arm links to mine. Britney's eyes grow wide, and she smiles weakly.
"Girlfriend? So it is official?" she says rather bitterly, "Congratulations."
