The girl had been strutting back to the airport seating – possibly with the intent of taking a detour towards one of the duty-free makeup shops – and she was practically half way there before getting crudely yanked backwards. “The hell is wrong with you, asshole” she yelled, annoyance seeping through her voice. “You could have messed up my hair” she stated – though the irritation with the man soon turned with his words. A smile made way to her lips replacing the frown that had been there earlier as he continued to ask her about the text he had just received.
“Well I have no idea why he would even think we were friends. I thought I made it clear that I despised you… but I guess he thought that was a joke. That’s fine though, I’ll make sure to remind him when I see him on Monday” she replied with a laugh, “And I agree, I am, to quote, ‘hot’ I’m glad both you and your brother have eyes.” As she said these words, the girl made her way inside a tiny MAC store they had in the airport – rolling her eyes as she found Jasper following close in behind.
She was half listening to his next words as she checked the selection at the store, taking a glace at the lipsticks in her signature color. To be honest, she didn’t know why she was going so far with this one. Usually, she would simply send in a juicy tip to Gossip Girl, truthful or not, and call it a day. It was a win-win, it made their lives hell, and her life easy. She just couldn’t do that with Jasper, for some reason she had an innate need to make his life hell. Perhaps she enjoyed messing with someone who wouldn’t take her shit for once? Gross no. That would admit that she liked having Jasper around and that certainty wasn’t the case – quite the opposite actually. “Jasper, oh, Jasper. I don’t know what your mother taught you growing up, but us Fantasias are determined, if not resolute in our goals. And I do remember telling you that I would make your life hell if you didn’t listen to me at that party. Tell me, am I doing a good job? Because I’ve barely gotten started” she responded, picking up a gloss that was named “Devil Red.”
“What do you think Jasper? Is it my color?” She questioned with a laugh. If this man was going to follow her around, he could at least help her out. “You are gay aren’t you? If I remember at that party – you did scream those words. So make yourself useful and help me find things that suit me” she stated with a wink.