sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 10. 2024.
"Nikita, did you call Donna like I told you to?" Amanda taps furiously on her phone, long nails clicking against the screen.
They were in the girl's locker room, preparing for Physical Education. Amanda is standing before her open locker, sending messages, while Nikita is leaning against hers, nodding profusely. "Yes, I did."
"What happened to her?"
"She isn't coming back. Her dad died, so she moved in with her mum in Connecticut. Heard it was a massacre at her dad's place..." The girl says to her friend who stops what she's doing to listen intently. "No one really knows what happened there."
"Shes lucky she was at Rita's party that night." Amanda states, shutting her locker after putting away her phone, but Nikita shakes her head.
"Not really. One of her dad's friends came to pick er up the time she said she'd leave to beg her dad to let her come to our sleepover, but he was killed in the car parked just outside the party while waiting for her. How scary is that?"
Amanda gags, tucking her blue top with the school's logo into her matching shorts that she then pulls up to her waist. "I don't hate her for moving now." She mumbled, catching her straight, ebony hair into a high ponytail, before proceeding to leave the room with her friend who's already dressed and ready.
Alessia enters quite abruptly and stops before she can bump into anyone with her iron-like body. Amanda and Nikita glances at her, a bit surprised by her appearance and the principal's daughter nudges the model.
"Is this the girl you were telling me about yesterday?"
"Yep, Alessia Moskal." She nods.
Amanda looks at the new girl, opens her pretty mouth and all the judgement begins, "What's the deal with your last name? You trying to intimidate people? Everyone knows neither Petro nor Nobosklav have children." Alessia is standing at 5'9 over the two ladies and she says nothing, pursing her lips. She knows that a lot of people have no knowledge of what goes on in the underworld unless they're involved themselves. "You're a fraud, a fake, and you should've sat with us yesterday. Just maybe you wouldn't be on our shitlist, hun."
Even if Alessia's real surname was Moskal, she wouldn't be able to do anything about it and she doesn't have to be a kin of those too men. What about a distant cousin's child?
Nikita watches her best friend's threatening demeanor quietly, unsurely, and she takes note of the blank look they're getting in response. The girl looks like she just wants to get done changing 'cause they're late as fuck and Amanda is wasting her time.
"Manda...she doesn't even care..."
"She's scared, don't worry. Her pretence is see-through." She continues to banter. "See? She can't even say anything!" She leers in Alessia's face and that's it.
She's had enough of this kid's bullshit. Alessia rolls her eyes and bumps both of them nonchalantly, muttering about unnecessary things as she tries to scout out her locker.
Amanda, who has stumbled into the nearest wall, gaping, asks Nikita who has balanced herself gracefully, like a true model, "Did she just bump me and call me unnecessary?!"
"Something of the sort."
She seethes, screeching, "Ugh! This fake ass bitch got balls!"