Men are like Dogs [Reira]

[Sara Quinn]

Sara stood in front of the small shop, standing in the way of the crowd, forcing them to move around her. Her light jacket rustled over her white t-shirt as they pushed her. She looked up at the sign. PJ's Pet Center. <3 Oh boy <3 She loved this place. Smiling happily she entered the store, the bottoms of her jeans, to long for her, sweeping the ground. Her eyes were wide with excitement as she looked around. Every time Sara came here, she had a preset course that she took to ensure the best amount of fun. First. The windows and cages. Second? The fish. Third? Small animals. And last? Pet toys <3 She had an obsession with pet stores. She loved them.

Sara wandered along the wall lined with animal cages, staring wide eyed into the windows at the puppies inside. She was going to have to skip right into the last step though today, and that sucked. She was here for dog food, not sight seeing. Poor George, her pug, was left at home with no food. She needed to get back to him quickly, and get him fed. Somehow... She had managed to spoil the dog rotten, and now it was a little bitch when it didn't get his way. But she still loved him <3

Travis had gotten her the dog. She could still remember the day they brought it home. And it made her sad. There was no more Travis. She hadn't seen or heard from him since they had broken up, and as much as she tried to hide it, it hurt. A lot. She had really thought he would at least call. She had considered calling him, but had never been able to work up the courage. Well that was his problem. Boo on him. She paid for the large bag of dog food and headed out to leave the store.

Maybe she should have gotten a smaller bag she thought to herself as she pushed through the door and almost tripped. She dropped her gaze down as she tried to adjust the bag and then walked right into someone. Of course, the bag dropped, spilling dog food everywhere. She cursed under her breath as she knelt down, not bothering to apologize to whoever she had bumped into. "Shit... What the hell...?"

[Reira DeMorvick]

Good day, good mood, life couldn’t be better! Of course, these feelings of optimism usually didn’t last long, but hey, at least she’d enjoy them while she could. So what better way to do that then hit the town? Reira was in a shopping mood and with that said shopping mood came a said outfit. Call her crazy, but when it was this warm, with the sun shining all happily, Reira liked to dress in her navy blue, mid thigh length summer dress, complete with cute white flats. Which is exactly what she was wearing. Her hair was loose and slightly waved, with her favorite aviator sunglasses on. Yep, twas nice. Though, she’d like to wear heels, but she already considered herself too tall.

Humming a small tune, Reira walked along the crowded street, manoeuvring successfully through the crowd. Where to go now? Looking around at her various options, something caught her eye. Her nerd was coming out. Eyes brightening, she swiftly made her way to a comic book stand. It was a small cute thing and Reira loved comics. Oh and there was even some graphic novels. Squee the Heroes graphic novel was there! Making herself at home, she went ahead and opened the novel, flipping through the pages and allowed her eyes to behold the wonders within!

Oblivious to her was the owner of the stand. He was a small, balding Asian man, much shorter then herself, probably around 5’3, where she was a good 5’8. Now this man had a policy. There was absolutely no reading the goods without paying first, which Reira would have done if she had the money…well she had the money but did she really want this book? The man thought so. He was very watchful, very stern looking.

“Hu phay?,” he said nodding, in a heavy accent.
“Come again?,” Reira said, feeling stupid she didn’t know what he was saying.
“Hu phay?!!!!”
“Han Sway?”
“No no no no no…hu PHAY--”

Reira was nodding like an idiot by this point. Smile and nod right? Before the man could finish yelling at her, a bicycler rode by and accidentally nudged her into the table, shaking the whole stand---and incidentally spilling the Asian man’s coffee onto some comics. Ah piss. Now he was really mad, so mad that he yanked the book from Reira’s hand and slapped her hands with a fly swatter…hard. Wait, a fly swatter?!

“Hey!! Ouch!!,” she said, a little irritated now. “Listen you--AHHH!”

Crazy man with a fly swatter on the run!! He was chasing her? Oh wow!! Reira was much faster then him however, so she was safe, but her hand was throbbing. Still, she couldn’t help but look over her shoulder to make sure he didn’t leap out of an alley way and catch her by surprise. Sticking a sore finger in her mouth, while not paying attention to where she was running too, she came to a rough stop, right into a girl carrying dog food. Way to go Rei! Oh and did I mention how the collision caused her jaw to snap shut, which made her bite her finger…yeah.

"Shit... What the hell...?"

“Ouuuuwwwweee, mother fuuucker!,” she said, holding her bitten finger in her other hand. Wow, life’s a bitch.

[Sara Quinn]

She knelt down and tried to pick up the fallen bag, holding the tear in it closed as she stood it upright. It didn't work. The food continued to trickle out despite her best efforts. Almost half a bag of dog food wasted. And counting. They should have made the damn things drop proof. She glared at the bag like it was her mortal enemy. Stupid piece of crap. Maybe she could get her money back... Probably not. She should make the stupid idiot who had bumped into her pay for it.

Turning her head up, she saw that it was a girl. A tall girl. A pretty girl. Very pretty. That bitch =_= Sara tried to let go of the bag and another large amount of food dropped out. How big was the damn tear!? D<

"Ya, um hi? You gunna help me with this or just stand there all day?" She glared up at the girl, ignoring the talking and laughing of the people watching. But she couldn't stop her face from heating. She was far to self-conscious and this was drawing way to much unwanted attention to her. It was like she could hear their rude thoughts slamming into her as Sara waited for the girl to do something.

This girl better get a move on, NOW. Before Sara got mad. Nobody liked Sara when she was mad. If she had to get mad, she was going to walk away with a lot more then just her money back. Like those shoes... Those were nice shoes...

[Reira DeMorvick]

The pain in her finger now subsiding, Reira could finally pay attention the girl standing in front of her. She was trying to stop a bag of dog food from spilling through a rip at the bottom. The brunette didn’t know who she was, but she was god awfully cute! Everything about her was just so…so…’I want to pinch your cheeks and eat you all up!’ She had a very pretty face, but Reira knew that looks didn’t make all the person. Rei could tell this girl had a backbone. The girl was mad, mad at her no doubt. Oops.

"Ya, um hi? You gunna help me with this or just stand there all day?"

“Oh yeah, sure! Sorry about that, I was err…being chased by a senile man with a fly swatter and wasn‘t watching where I was going.”

Wow, niiice Rei. Like she was going to believe that. Even if it was the truth, it couldn’t hurt to have thought about how made up it sounded before she spoke. Ahh well, what ev. Approaching the girl, while moving around all the dog food, Reira conveniently picked the bag up and flipped it around, so that the hole was now on top. Take that gravity! She gave the bag back to the girl, smiling stupidly at the half empty bag of food. Hmm.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about this. If you want I’d be happy to buy you another.”

It was the least she could do. I mean, the girl looked really mad, with her face reddening and all that. The people laughing didn’t help either. Those jerks. She can’t say she was entirely bothered by the surrounding people, it took a lot to bruise Reira’s ego, but still, it was horrible for them to just laugh and not offer any assistance.

[Sara Quinn]

"Oh yeah, sure! Sorry about that, I was err…being chased by a senile man with a fly swatter and wasn‘t watching where I was going.”

Sara's expression turned to one of disbelief and shock. "What the hell are you on about?" This girl was nuts... Just Sara's luck. She has to run into a crazy person. Nice. Perfect. A fly swatter? Really? If she was going to come up with some lame ass excuse, she could at least come up with something better. Did she think Sara was some sort of idiot?

The girl stepped forward and easily picked up the bag, flipping it over. The food stopped pouring out. =_______= Smart. Smart move. Well didn't Sara feel like an idiot now. Which only pissed her off more. So the girl was a nut AND a smart ass. Great.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about this. If you want I’d be happy to buy you another.”

Ignoring the laughter from around her, Sara glared up at her. Up. God, she hated looking up at people. Still holding onto the bag with her hand, Sara lifted her free arm and pointed threateningly at the girl. "Damn right, you'll buy me another-"

O_______________O

What... The hell...

There was a commotion behind the girl as some guy with a fly swatter suddenly came barreling through the crowd, screaming some unknown language. Or at least it sounded familiar, but at that speed and volume, she couldn't be sure.

Her hand shifted as she pointed towards him now, hoping the girl caught on. Realizing that it wasn't going to happen, and that fact that the guy scared the crap out of her, she simply called out one word.

"Run." Then she took off like a bat out of hell, leaving the bag of food behind. It wasn't worth it. Hopefully the girl was smart and would follow her into the nearby clothing store. "Mumbling and cursing under her breath, she ran into the lingerie department and spun around the see if the girl had followed. "What the hell was that...?"

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira knew it, the girl wouldn’t believe her absolutely true story. That was okay, its not like they’d ever see each other again, so she was fine with allowing the girl to think she was a psycho nutcase. That was a funny thought, because it wasn’t the first time someone thought she was crazy…hey what could she say, sometimes she was slightly over the top. Anyways, she went ahead and helped the girl with her problem and offered to buy her a new bag.

"Damn right, you'll buy me another-" She said to her, shaking her finger accusingly at her. Whoa, someone was very angry, honestly it was just dog food and she was going to buy her another bag, she just said she would. There was no need to get up in her face…well technically the girl couldn’t really get up in her face unless she stood on a stool or something. Holding her hands up, Reira just smiled, trying to keep her own temper and be friendly. No need for things to get hostile.

For crying out loud, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I swear to god if she doesn’t stop pointing her finger at me, she’s going to hate me even more…what is she looking at?

Reira froze, her face turning into an expression of utter horrid realization. The crazy fly swatter man was back! Holy hell the guy was persistent. Looking over her shoulder, she saw he came out of an alley way. Great, he was a possible mind reader too!

“Run.”

Advice taken! She was right behind the girl, dodging all the people that were in her way. If they didn’t move, she’d push them, like hell she was going to get hit by that disgusting swatter again! Rei had no idea where she was running too, but she figured her best option was to follow the shorter girl, anything to get away from the senile beast behind her. Turns out they ended up in a clothing store. Reira leaned against the store till, catching her breath, her purse sliding off her arm, spilling its contents on the floor. She didn’t care at the moment, all she cared about was grinning at the man who kept on running by the store, completely oblivious. Sucker.

“You believe me now huh,” she said with a small laugh. “I managed to piss him off by reading a page of a comic book….the guy must be crazy.”

Unknown to her, was how her wallet fell out of her purse --it fell open, revealing a pocket sized wallet picture of Matrim. Sighing, she got on her knees and began picking up the various lip gloss and the odd and ends of stuff and put them back in her purse…putting away her wallet lastly.

“So um, you still want that new bag of dog food?”

[Sara Quinn]

Sara turned and doubled over, catching her breath. She really needed to work on her stamina. Her head remained straight, watching the windows for the guy. She noticed the purse slip off the girls mind, but paid no attention to it. She thought a crazy guy, running around with a fly swatter was a little more important at the moment. Something about being chased with that particular weapon, even if it wasn't to chase her directly freaked her out. Finally, the guy ran past the window and she laughed, standing back up straight.

"Ok... Ya. I believe you." Another laugh as she looked around, hands on her hips. "He's crazy... That was hilarious. Way to funny. Let me help you with that..." Sara bent over the stuff on the floor, her eyes falling to the open wallet. And the small picture inside it. She froze, half bent over as she stared. Her mind was spinning. She could piece this together, easier then she ever could have thought possible. Her gaze lifted to the girl. She had heard so much about her... She felt the fear inside her. Oh god no...

“So um, you still want that new bag of dog food?”

Sara stood up straight and took a step back. She spoke quietly, afraid almost. "Reira...?"

Sara was prepared to bolt. Matrim had told her that she knew what had happened... She had left Matrim because of it. Yet... Here she was. Here. In town. Standing in front of her. Oh god no... She was here to kill Sara wasn't she?! But Sara hadn't seen Matrim since the last time at his house. That was like... forever ago... Her biggest fear was how strong this girl must be. Sara had never been able to beat Matrim. Not once. Her hand lifted to her chest, rubbing the spot where Matrim had burned her. He would only go for someone equally as strong... If this girl was here to kill her, Sara had no chance.

[Reira DeMorvick]

"Ok... Ya. I believe you. He's crazy... That was hilarious. Way to funny. Let me help you with that..."

This day went from awesome, to great, to really weird, and then to freaking hilarious. Reira’s mood was back up. She still didn’t know who this girl was, but at least she didn’t look like she was absolutely infuriated with her. It was amazing what a man with a fly swatter and some laughter could do. Reira continued to pick up things scattered around the floor that belonged in her purse when Sara joined her.

“Thanks!,” she said with a small smile.

Everything was normal until she noticed the girl freeze up. That was random. Did something happen? Was there something inappropriate in her purse? Hmm, I thought I got rid of all those ahahaha never mind! Buttoning her wallet back up she slipped it into her purse and asked her about the dog food. Y’ know, to try to break up the tension she could sense was building up. Maybe uneasiness was the better word for it. What the heck. Reira was confused now…

“Reira…?”

Whoa…whoa!! How did she know her name? Oh wow, Reira would feel horrible if this was someone she made acquaintance with and totally forgot who they were…cause she had no clue. Her cerulean eyes looked at her, no longer holding any of the humour they previously had. A sudden realization erupted in her mind. If she remembered correctly, her wallet was opened in such a way that the picture of Matrim could be clearly seen…the girl froze around that point.

“Well what do you know,” she said getting up, taking her aviators off and placing them in her hair. “You must be Sara.” It was sort of a guess, cause who knows, this girl may be some random that just happened to know Matrim. He did live here longer than her and people would obviously know him…but only someone close to him would know Matrim AND her name. Right? Her logic may or may not fail her, but if this wasn’t Sara, she’d apologize for the sudden dark attributes that corrupted her at the moment.

“I’ve heard lots about you…”

She’d continue to stare at her, her face emotionless, save for her eyes. Her eyes always gave her away. Even though she had forgave Matrim and was once again with him, she still remembered that pain in knowing the truth. She knew that her anger shouldn’t be directed towards Sara, and she was trying…it was just hard.

[Sara Quinn]

“Well what do you know...You must be Sara.”

Sara took a small step back from the girl. This wasn't good. Of all the things that could have happened today, this wasn't what she had been expecting. Hell, the guy with the fly swatter was more expected then this. Sara had never been planning on meeting Reira. Never. She was planning on just... avoiding Matrim from now on, after his stupid friendship comment, and never going near the girl in front of her.

"I..." Sara debated lying through her teeth, telling Reira she was just a friend of Matrims. Mara. The name the blond in the elevator had given her. But she couldn't. The girl obviously knew it was her. "Ya. I'm Sara." She looked around nervously, but at least relaxed so she wouldn't bolt. Sara guessed this needed to be dealt with, and now was as good a time as any.

“I’ve heard lots about you…”

She looked quite upset. Her posture, her expression... especially the eyes. The expression was neutral, with no emotion. If there was one thing Sara had come to conclude, it was that no emotion = anger, or some dark emotion along those lines.

"I'm sure you have..." Sara met her gaze with anger. It was the best emotion she had, stronger then her fear, guilt, and embarrassment. Anger would do her better then those right now. Sara had no idea what was going on with the other three involved in this situation. She hadn't seen or heard from Travis since he left. Hadn't spoken or seen Matrim since the last time at his loft. And she had never met this girl. For all Sara knew, the three of them had had some sick orgy and entered a polygamous marriage. Sara didn't know. All she DID know, was that the woman of the guy she had slept with was standing in front of her, fully aware of the situation. This could NOT bode well.

The worst part was, Sara blamed this all on herself. Everything that happened came back to her. If she hadn't done that, then it never would have gotten to this. Everyone would still be together with the right person and everything would be ok. The guilt that she was feeling was killing her, eating her from the inside until she had become depressed and unable to function. She was just getting her life back on track, moving on, and now this happened.

So what would Sara do? Let the guilt come through and make her apologize to this girl? No. Sara had come to accept what she had done. She was not apologizing for it. Not now. Maybe in the beginning, but not now. Instead, she would let the anger flow through her, feed her mind. Probably a stupid move, but with what Sara knew of the situation, the only reason this girl would be in the city would be to confront Sara.

So a confrontation she would get. Sara pulled the t-shirt over her head. Underneath was a thin undershirt, almost like a tank top. It was tight, clinging to her small form, which made it good to wear under t-shirts. It came low in the front, to reveal a hand shaped burn mark between her breasts, the fingers and part of the palm revealed over the top of the shirt. She had yet to voluntarily show this to anyone until the point. Now she would. The significance of this act was a lot of things... To get a rise from Reira, her sign of the penance she had paid, her mark of Matrims ownership. Sara dropped the t-shirt beside her on the ground, and smiled at the girl, all cockiness and confidence. "So why the hell are you here now then?"

[Reira DeMorvick]

"Ya. I'm Sara."

Somewhere, in the midst of her ravaging mind Reira was hoping that this wasn’t Sara. ‘Please don’t be Sara,’ repeated over and over again in her mind. Truth be told, Reira was actually beginning to like this girl. She seemed kind and fun, but now..now that she could be the notorious women that she had wished death upon on a daily basis, it ruined all of that. She really wished she didn’t have to stop at that cursed comic book stand. Then maybe this meeting wouldn’t have happened.

Then again, maybe this meeting was supposed to happen. Its not like they could put it off forever. One way or another they were going to meet each other and this was probably the best way if any. Funny though, Reira didn’t expect Sara to be someone like this…she was expecting someone, well lets just say her imagination got the best of her at times. Still, looking at her now, Reira felt guilty. Partly because she knew how much she thought she hated her and second off, she had been with Travis. Even if Travis and Sara were broken up, she could only imagine what it would feel like…to have your significant other go off and sleep with someone else so soon.

Reira’s time with Travis…not the most proudest, but if it wasn’t for him, she would have fallen into a much, much bigger depression. If that were to happen, things would’ve been so much worse. Now that her and Matrim were back together, she was slowly putting that all behind her…but she knew that Travis didn’t go back to Sara. Sara was all alone. At least she presumed. Reira could sympathize with feeling that pain of being alone. It hurt.

This was a mess. All Reira wanted to do was forget about it. Forget everything. She had to admit, yes, she part of the reason she came back to San Fran was to bitch at Sara, mostly it was to bitch at Matrim. And she did that. She got over it. Reira wasn’t one to linger on past pain. She had already scabbed her most recent puncture, there was no use to pick at that scab. Unless Sara went aggro on her. Which looked like she would considering she just took off her shirt. Oh dear.

Reira sighed. Her hand coming up to massage the bridge of her nose. No matter what she wasn’t going to let her anger get the best of her. Reira like to be in control, which resulted in her determination to keep her anger in control. She was a big girl now, she could do this. Let’s try to stay calm…heh easier said then done.

"So why the hell are you here now then?"

“I’m here because I wanted to do some shopping,” she said, removing her hand. It was the honest truth, that’s why she was here, well at least for the day. “I came back to San Fran from Venice because of Matrim. Sounds pathetic but I just couldn’t let him go.” It was hard not to notice that scar on her chest. She had only glanced at it, because its rude to stare! It was familiar…like she knew how she got it, but the answer just never came. No one told her about it.

“Listen, just forget about it okay…it’s nothing. I’ll deal.”

Way to be the bigger person Rei, want a pat on the back?

[Sara Quinn]

Sara watched the girl, fighting back the stinging in the back of her eyes as the cool air hit the scar. Everything... was wrong. None of this was supposed to have happened. This was all Sara's fault. She felt like shit. Terrible. So bad. But she was embarrassed to. Sara has come out of this alone, hated by everyone involved. Even Matrim hadn't spoken to her since the last time, and she had tried to end it on good terms to... Apparently it wasn't enough. Now she had to face Matrims ex... It was her fault that their engagement was broken.

Sara wanted to cry. Her throat was burning as she tried to hold it in. This girl had to understand... Even just a little... How Sara was feeling. God... What was wrong with her? Couldn't she ever just leave well enough alone? No, Sara always had to go screw it up somehow.

“I’m here because I wanted to do some shopping... I came back to San Fran from Venice because of Matrim. Sounds pathetic but I just couldn’t let him go... Listen, just forget about it okay…it’s nothing. I’ll deal.”

Sara had seen her glance at her chest. She dropped her head. the reaction hadn't been what she had been excepting. That kinda pissed Sara off. And the 'just forget about it' thing... Like it was that easy. But she could actually understand. If Sara had the chance, she would go to Travis... But she knew it wasn't what he wanted. Matrim loved Reira. She could go to him if she chose to. Sara would only make Travis unhappy if she went to him. And she didn't want that.

She wouldn't admit that though. Sara let her anger and embarrassment fuel her. She looked back to the girl with a sick smile on her face. She wasn't going to get to be the bigger person here. Not yet at least. Sara didn't even know what was really making her do this. Maybe she just felt the need to have Reira yell and scream, hit her. Sara knew she would feel better if the girl would get angry. Couldn't exactly say why... But she would.

"That's so sweet... And how is Matrim? Let him know his burn mark healed nicely would you?" She gestured to the mark on her chest, emphasizing it to the other girl. And then Sara dropped her head, regretting it. She shouldn't have gone there. She had no right to anger the poor girl after what Sara had done. The tear finally rolled down her cheek, and she sniffled. She felt very small and pathetic at the moment. She looked back up to Reira. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry for what I did." She wiped the tears from her face and rubbed her hands on her jeans as she avoided the girls gaze.

[Reira DeMorvick]

"That's so sweet... And how is Matrim? Let him know his burn mark healed nicely would you?"

For a mere second Reira lost her composure and a mild look of shock spread across her face. Matrim did this to her?! That was terrible. Why the fuck would someone scar another person permanently like that? Yes she knew he was all about fighting and she was guessing they had a lot of those friendly fights, but wow Matrim. Then again, maybe it was an accident? Yeah, she’d go with that. It was just too hard and much too soon to make assumptions that Matrim did this on purpose. She had a lot more faith in Matrim than that, besides, Sara was a little emotional right now. Hell so was Reira.

There was just something in the way Sara presented that scar though. Something that pissed Reira off. Really pissed her off. It was like Matrim almost marked her, not to mention it was right near her chest. God damn it. The thoughts and jealousy were rising. All that hurt and betrayed feelings were coming back. Reira found her fists being clenched into tight balls. So tight that her knuckles were going white. Her mouth was pressed in a thin line. All she wanted to do was hit her. Make her bleed. Watch her bleed, then walk away with a smile on her face.

So she snapped.

“You know what? Grow the FUCK UP!”

Then something unexpected happened. It was hardly noticeable, but she saw it…the single tear that rolled down the smaller girl’s cheek. Great, now Reira felt horrible for spazzing out like that. Way to keep the control. Sure she knew she had the right to be angry, but would that even solve anything? Would it even make things better? No. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she calmed herself down. Anger just wasn’t the way to go, it may have been her only option before she got back together with Matrim…but when she saw Sara crying….all those thoughts of hurting her vanished.

I don’t need to hurt her. There’s nothing left to hurt. She’s already broken.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry for what I did."

Reira’s facial features softened immensely. What could she say, Sara was cute.

“Sara…at first, when I first heard about everything, I was upset. I was devastated. All I wanted to do was make you feel the same hurt I felt, whether that be through physically hurting you, or some other means…,” Reira sighed. “Now I see there’s really no point in that. Everyone makes their mistakes, I had my fair share. I forgave Matrim, I can forgive you. All I ask is that you remember how you feel now, this pain…then you won’t do it to anyone else….”

It was apparent now that almost the whole store was watching them. Ignoring the onlookers Reira continued.

“….because you aren’t just hurting me, you’re hurting yourself.”

[Sara Quinn]

Sara dropped her head as Reira spoke, wiping more tears from her eyes. God this sucked. This was so bad... Sara's mind was an utter blank. The only thing in her was an immense feeling of sadness and embarrassment. There wasn't even anger as Reira spoke, and all Sara could do was take it. She couldn't bring herself to look at her either. It just hurt to much. She felt like a child being scolded. And it was only made worse by the gathering crowd.

But for once, Sara ignored them. There was no point telling them to back off. They would continue to watch and whisper anyways. Sara was silent as Reira finished. What could she say? She didn't plan on doing it again. A little hard to though when there was no one in your life to cheat on. "I don't know what to do... Everything fell apart... I'm just so sorry... To everyone. To you, to Matrim. Especially to Travis. And I can't even tell him that... I haven't seen or spoken to them since it happened."

Thinking about Travis only made the tears come harder. But thinking about Matrim, and especially Matrim and Reira, hurt. And with the wave of hurt came anger. Her fists clenched, as all the thoughts she had tried to hold in came out. She took a step towards Reria. "Why should Matrim still get to be happy? The act took two people. Why the hell doesn't he get the same treatment I do? I didn't force him to, and I'm sorry, but he didn't seem to hate it either. I'm guessing you took him back then? So Matrim cheats, gets laid, no damage to him, AND gets you back, and I'm left alone, completely alone, with Matrims HANDPRINT between my..."

She gestured harshly again at her chest. Her voice had been getting steadily louder, the anger building, but the thought that was coming next had her trailing off, her face going blank. The sadness at what she was thinking was just TO much. She continued, her mind going blank again as she met Reiras gaze. "No one will want me with this... No one..."

"Why the hell would you let him get away with it!?" Sara started pacing, her hands running over her face and through her hair. She looked crazy as she walked back and forth, swearing under her breath. The problem? She wanted to hit something. And Reira seemed pretty damn convenient. Sara growled and pushed over a large rack of... CRAP. Why the hell did stores sell such stupid shit D< What the hell made Reira so special that she could forgive him? What the hell was so great about Matrim?!

[Reira DeMorvick]

Poor Sara. And she thought she was having a hard time! This girl was a mess, emotionally and physically. Maybe Reira had been a little too harsh? In any case, there was no taking back anything now and its not like Reira was prepared to apologize. In her mind she didn’t have a reason to. Then Sara mentioned Travis. Ah hell, she forgot all about him. Reira and Travis had a small affair. Just a small one. It wasn’t in the wrong either, because technically both of them were single when it happened.

Reira looked away from her then, a little ashamed. Of course she regretted sleeping with Travis. Shit happens, life moves on right? But she didn’t regret meeting him or becoming his friend. Truth be told, Reira and Travis were sorta close now? In a weird, only friends sort of way. Still, she considered informing Sara of this, but seeing her cry harder made her hold her tongue. The smaller girl was already going through enough, there was no need to hurt her further right?

Sometimes I think I’m too ni-- Oh for crying out loud!

"Why should Matrim still get to be happy? The act took two people. Why the hell doesn't he get the same treatment I do? I didn't force him to, and I'm sorry, but he didn't seem to hate it either. I'm guessing you took him back then? So Matrim cheats, gets laid, no damage to him, AND gets you back, and I'm left alone, completely alone, with Matrims HANDPRINT between my..."

Honestly, Reira was getting tired of this. She tried to be reasonable, fuck, she even said they could put everything behind them. But no, it was all full of water works and petty trash talking. It was getting annoying. Reira was done caring. You know, there was only so much anger a person could hold back in a civil manner and Sara pretty much just catalyzed the uncanny bitch in her. Reira’s face went from emotionless to irritated. God, since when did she have to babysit?

“Matrim seems to know what he did wrong. It would appear you are trying to make it worse for everyone else because you decided to fuck around, and in turn, fucked over your own life. That’s why you don't get to be happy. You are making yourself miserable and bringing down others with you," she said, that sick, evil look in her eyes.

Reira watched as she hit over a nearby clothing rack. A slick grin spread across her lips as she leaned a shoulder against the wall.

"No one will want me with this... No one...Why the hell would you let him get away with it!?"

Reira laughed.

“Pathetic isn’t it. What a mess you are. All you can do is drown yourself in your own self pity. Why is that Sara? But you’re right though, no will want you anymore. With the way you’re acting, I wouldn’t blame them. As for Matrim, I took him back because I love him and I know for a fact that he loves me. Guess Travis just screwed with you for the same reason Matrim did. You’re easy.”

[Sara Quinn]

“Pathetic isn’t it. What a mess you are. All you can do is drown yourself in your own self pity. Why is that Sara? But you’re right though, no will want you anymore. With the way you’re acting, I wouldn’t blame them. As for Matrim, I took him back because I love him and I know for a fact that he loves me. Guess Travis just screwed with you for the same reason Matrim did. You’re easy.”

Sara froze. Her pacing stopped and her eyes went blank like she was suddenly off in some far off place. Her breathing stilled. Sara couldn't remember ever having felt like this before. There was such anger and hurt... So much of it that she really didn't even feel anything. There was nothing inside her. Not a hint of emotion. Yet Sara knew there should be. There should be pain and anger... So where was it? Slowly, sound came back to her. It was like her ears had been plugged and slowly her senses were coming back, like draining water. Had Reira really just said that to her? Sara slowly turned her head to look at the other girl.

Sara was easy? Well that wasn't right... Sara hadn't been the one to start that in the park, Matrim had... Sara hadn't even thought of cheating on Travis until Matrim had started it. Ya, she sometimes used her.. femininity to get what she wanted or needed, but to say that Sara was easy? That was to much. What girl didn't do that every once and a while? And to put down Travis like that? That wasn't right... Travis had loved her... He hadn't been using her... Right? Sara hadn't let herself be played.. It just couldn't be that way... Why would... they do that to her? As for how she was acting? Sara felt she was acting pretty well considering everything...

No, you know what? Fuck it. Sara ran at the girl, all her speed and strength coming out as she drew back her fist. She had no idea how strong Reira was, and it really didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was slamming her fist into the bitches gut. She threw herself at the girl, praying to god she wasn't faster, and then slammed her right fist forward at her stomach, the angle inwards, hoping to slam her body back against the wall, pinning her there.