Devon James stepped into the
laundry room and shook her head when she realized that Sarah
Mulberry was already there. Sighing, Devon walked up to an empty
washing machine and opened it. As she shoved her clothes into
the machine, Sarah watched her in silence.
Devon glanced over her shoulder
and looked at her. “What?” She questioned.
“What?”
“Why are you staring at
me? Don’t you have something else to do?” Devon questioned,
slightly annoyed.
“I’m washing clothes,”
Sarah explained, “My grandmother doesn’t want to come
down here and she insists that I get out of her hair for a while,
so I’m hanging out down here.”
“With the rats?”
Devon questioned. “Seems fitting.”
“What exactly is your
problem?” Sarah inquired. “You’ve given me nothing
but attitude since day one. Did I do something to offend you?”
Devon shook her head and smile.
“Did you do something to offend me?” She questioned
with disbelief. “Since day one you’ve done nothing
but act like a slut.”
“Excuse me?” Sarah
questioned.
“You heard me? Do you
get your kicks out of throwing yourself at guys? Especially guys
that are taken?”
“I didn’t see a sign
on Gage’s forehead. You’re not even his girlfriend
for that matter.”
“According to who?”
Devon questioned.
“According to Gage. He
said so. He said the two of your weren’t a couple.”
“We are now,” Devon
informed her, marking her territory, “so stay away from
him,” she added as she turned to sit down and began clipping
coupons.
“Fine, whatever,”
Sarah said. “You can have him. He’s probably not even
a real man anyway.,” she added as she reached for her magazine
and flipped through the pages.
Devon rolled her eyes and stopped
cutting her coupons. “Gage is a real man,” she said
in his defense. “He’s kind and gentle and goes out
of his way to make me feel special. You wouldn’t know a
real man if he bit you on the ass, which I’m sure happens
a lot, considering the fact that you give it up so easily.”
“Fuck off,” Sarah
retorted as she flipped through her magazine.
“Whatever,” Devon
replied as she went back to clipping her coupons.
At the door, Kathryn Hayes
entered the laundry room and glanced around. “Hey Devon,”
she said as she entered. “By any chance, did you see my
blue sweater in here?”
Devon glanced around. “No,
why?” She questioned,
“I could have sworn the
last time I saw it was down here. Jesse and I were washing clothes
and . . .”
“How is Jesse, by the
way?” Sarah interjected.
Kathryn turned to glare at
her, not realizing that she was sitting in the corner. “He’s
fine, not that it’s any of your business,” she explained.
Devon smiled at the fact that she wasn’t the only one who
disliked Sarah.
“Wow, friendly bunch of
people, aren’t ya?” Sarah questioned rhetorically.
“Well, stay away from
Jesse and I’ll be as friendly as a girl scout,” Kathryn
said with a smile.
“She’s after Jesse
too?” Devon questioned as she stood up from her chair. “What
the hell is your problem, are you going after every guy in this
building?”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Well,
someone has to show them a good time, seeing as the two of you
are so damned stiff and rigid,” she explained.
“Excuse me?” Kathryn
questioned.
Devon chuckled with disbelief.
“She does not know who she’s talking to like that,”
she said as she took a step forward with the scissors in her
hand.
“Oh please, what are you
gonna do, get all ghetto on my ass and shank me?” Sarah
questioned. “I’d like to see you try.”
Devon glanced down at the scissors
in her hand and smiled. “Shank you? Are you stupid?”
She questioned. “No,” she said as she glanced at Kathryn
and smirked. “I think Kathryn and I are going to teach you
a lesson that you won’t forget,” she explained.
Kathryn smiled back at Devon,
then glanced at Sarah. “Not for a very long time,”
Kathryn assured her.
“You see,” Devon
said as she took a step forward. “We don’t like you
very much,” she explained.
“The feeling is mutual,”
Sarah retorted, “but don’t think for one minute that
I’m just going to stand here and let you kick my ass.”
“Oh, I don’t expect
that,” Devon said. “But you see, there are two of us
and only one of you. So, do the math, honey. We’re going
to make sure that every single day of your stay here will be
hell for you, and we’re going to start right now,”
she added with a smirk.
“Bring it on,” Sarah
said.
“You tried to get with
Gage and now I find out that you tried to get with Jesse? Jesse
is one of my best friends and I’m not going to let you sink
your claws into him,” Devon explained.
“Neither am I,” Kathryn
agreed.
“And I heard about what
you did to Mason. I don’t even really like Mason, but he’s
Cayden’s friend, and if you hurt Mason, then you hurt Cayden,
and if you hurt Cayden . . . you have to pay.”
“Oh please, Mason was
nothing,” Sarah said. “He’s like a child, you
have to tell him what to do. Half the time he had no clue what
he was doing. So I tore up his number. So what? He’ll get
over it.”
“Of course he will,”
Devon explained. “And to make sure of that, we’re going
to give you a reminder that it’s not okay to use people.
I’m thinking we should cut something off,” Devon said
as she stepped closer, scissors in hand.
“Oh, I like that,”
Kathryn smiled.
“But what should we cut?”
Devon inquired.
“Let’s cut her hair,”
Kathryn responded.
“Nice,” Devon said
as she got even closer, causing Sarah to retreat even farther
into the corner. “Grab her!” She shouted. Kathryn lunged
forward and held Sarah against the wall.
“You’re fucking crazy!”
Sarah yelled as Mason Weber stepped into the doorway. “Mason!”
She cried. “Oh thank God, these girls are crazy, they’re
trying to cut off my hair! You have to help me!”
Mason glanced over at Sarah
Mulberry and shook his head. “I can’t,” he responded.
“I’m like a child, you have to tell me what to do.
I think I’ll go and take a nap,” he said with a smile
as he turned away and left the laundry room.
“No wait,” He heard Sarah Mulberry say as he walked
down the hall toward the elevator and pressed the button. “Come
back! I didn’t mean it. Stop it! Let go of me. No, what
are you doing? My hair!!!” Sarah shrieked as Mason stepped
onto the elevator and pressed the button for his floor, smiling.
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