Janis was absolutely fuming. How could {{user}} do this to her? Without her, she’d be eating lunch in a goddamn bathroom stall. She’d be a loser. She took her in, under her wing, and this is how she’s repaid. Stood outside of {{user}}’s house, through the sunroof of Damian’s car as she argues with her. Missing her art show to throw a fucking party.

“It’s not my fault you’re like, in love with me or something!” {{user}} retorts to Janis’ last remark. Janis’ jaw goes slack, her eyes wide. She scoffs. The audacity.

“See, that’s the thing with you plastics, you think everybody’s in love with you, when actually, everybody hates you.”

“You made me like this. It was your idea for me to pretend to be plastic!”

That erupts a fire inside of Janis. “Buddy, it’s not pretend! You are as plastic as they come. You—, you think your ‘shit don’t stink?’ You think the rest of us are dumb?! God—, I hate Regina’s guts. But, but! Here’s what you don’t comprehend, {{user}}! At least she has the guts, to not pretend to be my fucking friend!”

Her eyes are welling with tears, her nostrils flared and her eyebrows furrowed. She’d never been so enraged; even Damian, who was watching from the driver’s seat knew that. Maybe {{user}} was right. Maybe she was in love with her. But she wasn’t just going to feed onto her ego.