cold hearted bitch || OPEN

[tiff]

it was late. definitely too late for tiffany to be out at the bridge by herself. especially someone that looked like tiffany did. but tonight, on a rare occassion, tiffany was hardly all done up at all. her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail that came off as effortlessly elegant. she was wearing a pair of dark-washed, long skinny jeans and flip flops. to top it all off, a v-neck white baggy t-shirt. and of course, black sunglasses--because she'd been crying.

or sort of crying, tiffany herself had forgotten how to cry. all she could really do was sniff a little bit and her eyes would get a little red. yes, the perfect, queen bitch had a malfunction. no gears for the tears. hey, at least her mascara would never run (waterproof or not).

since abigail had gone missing, tiffany had just as easily taken her spot, not blinking or thinking twice. she hadn't thought that abby was really going to be gone for so long. tiffany knew things about abby that most people didn't, actually that none didn't. so she had honestly thought abigail had run away.

but after two months since she'd gone missing for real, tiffany wasn't so sure this was a little prank abby was playing. she half expected abby to pop out of no where giggling and shouting, "surprise! everybody, i'm back!" and things would go back to normal. everyone right back in the palm of her hand.

even with abby gone, tiffany was still not quite the queen bee she'd thought she could be. she didn't have a right hand man. and for the first time in a long time, tiffany realized she was really alone.

"bitch," she muttered, tilting her head back to look up at the stars, "attention whore." she added, closing her eyes, though it didn't make a difference in the world. the statements made her feel worse, because even if people didn't think she gave a damn.

she missed abigail.

[kitkatbar]

it was one of those days for annabelle. she was bad at sneaking out. jenna had seen her. as a matter of fact, she was about ninety percent certain that eloise had seen her. not that her adoptive mother had stopped her. they had noticed her mood. it wasn't melodramatically upset; it was more like quietly thoughtful. anna didn't have to go to the bridge. she normally would have gone to the cemetery, but she was a little freaked out, given the circumstances. the abby hollows circumstances.

so, she opted for the bridge. or, really, she didn't opt. her feet just more like... took her there of their own accord. for some reason, thinking about abby hollows made her think of her parents. not that there was any connection at all. annabelle knew of abigail, but she didn't know her. she had seen her passing by the hallways, or hanging out with her friends, but anna had never spoken to her. she didn't quite know why... perhaps it had to do with the fact that she was the most popular girl in school. it sounded superficial, but weren't queen bees supposed to be... exclusive, or something? either way, anna was never really into the inner circle of the upper crowd or whatever to really care. abigail was like a fixture at richmond. something you thought would always be there. guess everyone was wrong.

it was that way with her parents as well. she would have thought they would always be there. she was wrong about that, too. it was weird, she couldn't really remember them. not fluidly anyway. it was all more like pictures... muddled pictures that started and ended abruptly rather than smoothly. in a way, she was glad for this fact. the lack of memory made it easier to forget. or, in theory it did.

as she walked onto the bridge, annabelle was pulled out of her thoughts by shouting in the dark. bitch! attention whore! anna's head snapped up reflexively, and for a moment, she thought there was an argument going on. she was mistaken. it was just one girl, talking to herself, or to someone not there at the moment, apparently.

anna wasn't sure what exactly to do. she didn't want to intrude, but it didn't seem all that right to just turn around and pretend she didn't hear anything. so instead, she slowly approached the other blonde and awkwardly said, "um, hi... are you alright?" instantly, the stupidity of her question registered.

[tiff]

tiffany jumped at the sound of another voice. though it was a girl voice, tiffany's heart was still jumping in her chest. "uhm, do you, like sneak up on people for a living? or are you really that socially inadequate?" tiff snapped, flipping her sunglasses up on top of her head so she could truly deliver the glare she had hiding behind them. it took her another second to calm down, sometimes tiffany just snapped. "i don't think it's any of your fucking business." she kept on going, ripping into the poor girl. she hadn't even done anything besides be nice!

pursing her lips, tiffany looked away from the blonde that had come up to her. had she noticed before someone was around, she would have refrained from the embarassing outbursts. god, if this crazy spell of hers got around she'd be absolutely ruined. she shook her head and slipped her hands into the front pockets of her jeans, her eyes wandering to the shallow pool of water below them.

her and abby used to cross the rocks below the bridge because it made them feel 'adventurous', like modern day tom sawyer's but only girlier and older, as tiffany had put it once. that had been on a good day, obviously. tiffany had her 'moods' as abigail had put it nicely to others when apologizing for her best friends antics.

"im sorry," tiffany said, still distracted by the memory, "i didn't mean that, i'm just...well, i'm kind of a bitch." she admitted honestly with a shrug. tiffany might be a bitch, but she was an honest one at that. at least, honest when it came to talking about others, rarely was she ever honest with herself. but it was hard to act like she did and not know she was a bitch. she shook her head, trying to pull the girls name from the back of her mind..."bella right? or belle, something." she felt like an idiot, abigail would know who the girl was. abigail knew everyone.

[kitkatbar]

the blond girl's behavior took her slightly aback. she didn't mean to scare her. for a moment there, anna felt totally stupid. there was a kidnapper or perhaps even a killer on the loose! why would she sneak up on someone like that? still, she didn't think the language was justified. she never reacted that was when she was surprised. either way, it was a pretty awkward situation, and all anna thought to do was shift her weight, bite her lip, and say, "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to—" she didn't even finish her apology. to be honest, she felt a little out of place, and even more embarassed.

after an awkward silence, the other girl proceeded to apologize, and anna let out the breath she had been holding in. good! so the mystery girl didn't hate her guts after all!

i'm just, well... i'm kind of a bitch, she said. anna shook her head hastily— a little too hastily, "no, no, you're not. i startled you, i get it..." and after a pause, "for the record," and here she paused, because she had a hard time repeating such words, "bitches hardly admit they're... like that."

after another pause in conversation, the other girl tried guessing her name. "close," she said with a shy smile. "i'm annabelle. annabelle riley. we go to the same school. i think we're in the same grade. you're..." she didn't want to say "abigail's friend," even if that was the only way anna recognized her. saying that seemed too impersonal. she knew she wouldn't want to be known as "the dead people's daughter" or "that orphan girl" or something similarly vague. after a thought, she settled on, "i'm sorry, i'm afraid i don't quite remember your name either..." it was an embarassing admission, but it was better than bringing up abigail, if this girl was her friend.

[tiff]

tiffany laughed, almost a little sadly at first but then she was really smiling, if only a little bit. she liked annabell, she was...so sweet but not a fake kind of sweet like siena, just so pure and happy. it was a breath of fresh as, which was ironic considering tiffany had been outside for hours and still didn't feel refreshed at all.

"i'm the worst kind of bitch, and honest one." she pointed out, shrugging her shoulders and looking back out over the bridge. "but thanks," tiffany nodded, annabelle, that was it she'd thought the girl looked familiar and hopped she didn't mind her mixing her name with the insufferable twilight character (because yes, tiffany too, was human and had read the twilight series. and hated all of it, lest the parts with jacob).

tiffany's jaw dropped, "you don't know my name? how could you not know who i am, i mean, jesus do you live under a rock or something? abigail was my best friend you--" tiffany contained her anger. god she really was selfish! how could she expect everyone to know who she was? "wow, you must think i'm bipolar or something, i'm tiffany worthington." she only just then realized the girl was trying not to associate her with abigail, trying not to make her upset. "and thanks, again for...protecting my feelings." she said this lightly, almost humorously trying to lighten the mood.

"why are you out so late at night, it's not safe!" but then tiffany laughed, "and you could ask me the same question."

why was it, that this girl she hardly knew, made her a little less bitch and a little more normal?

(ooc: apparently tiffanys in college! just a year older though =P)