January 17, 2012
"Sheesh, only 32 bands are left in the competition," Gisella said, taking a seat at a cafe on campus, "Soon, we'll be able to watch Tyrell's band go down."
"You got that right, mon," Larissa said, pouring a bit of rum into her hot chocolate.
"Man, are you still on this revenge thing?" asked a familiar and unwanted voice. Gisella and Larissa turned to face Tyrell walking towards them.
"What do you want, Tyrell?" Gisella asked with hints of animosity in her voice.
"Easy now," Tyrell said, leaning in towards Gisella, "Revenge isn't your color."
Gisella shoved Tyrell back and scoffed. "Like you would actually know anything about me!"
"Oh, but I do," Tyrell chuckled, "I know that your favorite soccer player is Messi."
"So what? Anyone could have know that," Gisella said.
"I know that you broke your leg three years ago in a soccer accident."
"So does everyone in this town, mon," Larissa said, drinking more of her hot chocolate and rum mixture.
"I know that you just barely managed to even get into the competition past the first round by a few votes," Tyrell said, taking a step closer to Gisella.
"So could anyone who bothered to look at the numbers!"
"I know that your grandfather left you his house when he died."
"Anyone could have known that from the sign in my front yard," Gisella replied, taking a step back.
"I know that it was your idea to have Rosa in your band."
"Anyone who knows me could have guess that, mon," Larissa said, ready to stand up at a moment's notice.
"I know that for Halloween, you were that cute little soccer zombie," Tyrell said, taking another step closer.
"So? What does that mean?" Gisella asked, a little nervous.
"I know that you were on stage against the Nighttime Swingers."
"That was broadcasted to a bunch of different TVs, mon. Anyone could have seen that," Larissa said, standing up now out of her chair.
"I know that for Christmas, you got a special letter in the mail."
"I...I..." Gisella continued to stammer and was unable to say anything.
"And," Tyrell leaned in and held Gisella's chin in her hand. He tilted her face up to his and smiled, saying, "I know you aren't doing this to get at me. You're doing this to get back with me."
Gisella stammered, but found herself at a loss for words. She wanted to run and scream, but her body wouldn't cooperate. She breathed heavily and tried to speak, but to no avail. Tyrell smirked and leaned in for a kiss when Larissa poured some of her hot chocolate on his head. "Whoops, mon."
Tyrell recoiled in pain as Gisella kept breathing deeply. "Admit it, Gisella," Tyrell said as he wiped away the hot chocolate, "you're still crazy for me."
"Never! I am over you, Tyrell! I am going to make you pay for what you did!" Gisella exclaimed, but her voice cracked a bit.
Tyrell chuckled and turned to Larissa. He walked up to her and grabbed her by the collar. She tried to reach for her hot chocolate, but he kept her out of reach. "You ever do something stupid like that again," he threatened, "and you might just have a little 'cooking incidient.'" He let go of her and walked off, chuckling to himself.
Larissa breathed heavily and turned to Gisella. "Remind me why in hell you dated him."
January 19, 2012
"He did what to you!?" Isabella exclaimed over the phone while on speaker phone, "That's not even close to right! I ought to knock him upside the head!"
"You know you can't do that," Gisella said to her, drinking some homemade Soccer Shocker, "You'd be sent to jail."
"I know, I know," Isabella said, sighing, "When you girls get to face him in this competiton, you let me know. I'm rooting for you girls!"
"Thanks, mon," Larissa said, twirling her knife.
"Hey, listen, I got to get going. I'll chat with you girls later." With that, Isabella hung up. Larissa tucked her phone back into her pocket and resumed chopping celery for lunch.
Gisella's kitchen wasn't particularly fancy, but it was sprused up nice. It was painted a beautiful canary yellow with dolphin shaped decals on the walls. A large counter made of beautiful granite extended through the middle of the room, separating the dining area with the cooking area.
"I can't believe Tyrell would actually do something like that," said the woman with the light cherry blonde hair.
"You better believe it, Rosa,' Gisella said, coughing a few times.
"That doesn't sound like the Tyrell that I know," Rosa muttered to herself.
"Well, I say you girls should make a slam song," Naomi suggested, drinking some homemade Mexican Oasis.
"A slam song?" Rosa asked.
"Just how dense are you, mon?" Larissa asked Rosa, "A slam song is where you just talk bad about a person through the entire song."
"Oh, I see," Rosa said, drinking some Caribbean Splash. She glanced around before just staring at her glass.
"You alright, Rosa? We haven't seen you since we recorded our song," Gisella said, snapping Rosa out of her thoughts.
"I don't need a reason to not grace you three with my prescence," Rosa defensively said, crossing her arms.
"Hey, we don't need any of your sass, mon," Larissa said, raising her voice.
"Well, you don't have to be here to recieve it!" Rosa yelled back, placing her hands on the counter.
"Girls! Please! Calm down!" Gisella exclaimed, but she was ignored.
"You got five seconds to get out of my face before I chop something off that make-up cake of yours, mon," Larissa threatened.
"You wouldn't dare!" Rosa said, getting more in Larissa's face.
"One."
"Girls! Please stop!" Gisella pleaded.
"Two."
"Oh, didn't know you could count that high."
"Three."
"Hey! Knock it off you two!" Naomi yelled.
"Four."
"Stop it!" Gisella screamed.
"Five." Larissa grabbed her knife and tried to swing at Rosa, but Gisella quickly tackled Larissa to the ground.
"I said to stop it!" Gisella yelled, but Larissa threw her off.
"You know what, mon? I don't need any of this!" Larissa grabbed her knife and scowled at Gisella. "Have fun with your new best friend and only band member left! I'm out of it all!" Larissa yelled as she slammed the front door.
"Larissa!" Naomi called out, following her.
Rosa and Gisella both were heavily panting at what just happened. Rosa was panting because she nearly had her face cut and Gisella panted because she may have just lost her best friend.
January 23, 2012
"...Can you fill the gap of the missing piece in life's puzzle?" Gisella sang softly, a tear rolling down her cheek. The music notes from the the girl with the light cherry blonde hair gently faded out.
"That's a wrap," Isabella softly said, shutting off the recording. She took the camera over to the computer and began to upload it to the website.
"Hmph! I thought you didn't like depressing songs," Rosa said, crossing her arms.
"Well, excuse me, but I just lost my best friend!" Gisella exclaimed.
Rosa recoiled a bit, but kept her resolve. "No need to be so grouchy."
"Well it's half your fault that Larissa left!" Gisella exclaimed.
"How dare you even think of blaming me?" Rosa asked, putting her guitar in its case. "I've done nothing but good for this band!"
"Yes, I'm aware of that," Gisella said, setting her bass guitar down on Isabella's couch, "but it's because of you and your snooty attitude that Larissa left."
"Me and my attitude?" Rosa asked, "What about Larissa and her militant attitude? You shouldn't ever get too close to a woman who can skewer you in less than a minute with her favorite toy!"
"Hey!" Gisella exclaimed, "Larissa is very responsible when it comes to her knife." She sighed and looked at the Band Pass in Ivanna's jacket. "The band's just not the same with Larissa."
"Larissa can be replaced by a beat machine," Rosa said, arms crossed.
"Larissa isn't just some item that can be replaced!" Gisella said, defending her friend, "Why can't you two just find a compromise?"
"I have my reasons," Rosa said, still keeping her arms crossed.
"Well, how about you tell me them?" Gisella asked, getting frustrated.
"I don't have to tell you anything!" Rosa exclaimed. She turned her back to Gisella and muttered, "It's not like you're my friend or anything."
"What did you just say?" Gisella asked, clearly now agitated.
"Nothing," Rosa stammered.
"Rosa," Gisella said, calming her voice, "I want to be your friend. I want whatever this animosity you have towards me to-"
"Well I don't need you to be a friend!" Rosa exclaimed, surprising both Gisella and Isabella.
"Ugh!" Gisella said, "Do you even have any friends?"
Rosa's face became beet red, but kept her face turned from Gisella. "I don't have to tell you anything!" she stammered. She nervously gripped at the sleeves of her blue long sleeve shirt.
"Rosa, is something wrong?" Gisella asked. She placed her hand on Rosa's shoulder, but Rosa quickly brushed it off.
"Just," she stammered, "leave me alone, Gisella."
Gisella hesitantly hovered her hand behind Rosa's shoulder, but didn't dare put it on her shoulder again.
January 30, 2012
"So, that's it?" Naomi asked, "You're just leaving the band just like that?"
"I can't deal with that princess, mon," Larissa answered, "She's just so full of herself!"
"Yeah, I definitely see that in her," Naomi said, "Still, what about Gisella? You're just going to leave her to deal with the Battle of the Bands competition ?"
Larissa paused and looked down at her drums. "Gisella will be fine, mon. She always finds a way to win." She looked at Naomi with tears forming in her eyes. "It's one of her best qualities."
"If you miss her so much," Naomi said, "then why not just go back to her and apologize for everything."
Larissa slammed her drum sticks against her drums, sending out a sour note throughout her house. "Why should I apologize for what I did to that princess, mon?" Naomi found herself at a loss for words. "That's what I thought."
Naomi sighed and laid back on Larissa's bed. "You know you're going to have to see Gisella at some point. She either going to find you at your work or meet you at some point at school."
"I know that, mon," Larissa said, not looking up from her drumming.
"So, what do you plan to do? You know Gisella's going to have a lot of questions for you and that she's hurting badly right now," Naomi said.
Larissa said nothing while she drummed away. She continued to keep her eyes closed, fighting back tears. "I don't know, mon."
"Look, I really think you should go back there and apologize for everything," Naomi said, "For goodness sake, you've been avoiding your best friend for eleven days now. Are you seriously going to make poor Gisella and Isabella suffer because of some grudge with that light cherry blonde haired chick?"
Larissa sighed and stopped drumming. "I don't want to hurt Gisella or Isabella, mon. I just can't accept Rosa in the band or as a friend."
"Well, why not?" Naomi asked.
"Have you seen the way she treats us, mon?" Larissa asked, "She acts like she's so perfect when it comes to everything while we're just scum on her designer boots!"
"I see your point," Naomi said, "Did you ever think that there was a reason she's such a jerk?"
"Do people even need a reason, mon?" Larissa asked.
"Well, I don't believe that anyone is inherently evil or mean," Naomi mentioned, "People are raised that way and learn their mean actions as they grow up."
Larissa sighed and looked out her window at the snow fall. "I don't know, mon. I don't know."
February 3, 2012
"Well, we don't need her," said the woman with the light cherry blonde, arms crossed as she walked down the street.
"Yes we do, Rosa," Gisella called out to her as she followed up behind her, "Larissa is a key pat of the band and my best friend. Why is it so hard for you two to get along?"
"Because," Rosa stammered, stopping, "It just is, alright?"
"No, it's not alright!" Gisella yelled, finally catching up to Rosa on the street, "Look, I started to see you open up to us in the past few weeks since you've joined the Bad Good Girls. Why are you suddenly reverting back to being a jerk?"
"You think I'm acting like a jerk!?" Rosa exclaimed, turning to face Gisella.
"Yes I do!" Gisella yelled back, looking down to rub her leg brace, "We were all getting along before you just had to start acting all prim and proper again. For goodness sake, you endured walking through a blizzard just to visit us at Larissa's dinner. If that wasn't an attempt at a friendly gesture, then I don't know what would be."
"Then clearly you don't know what a friendly gesture is. I did that just so I could give you girls the song. You should be grateful I came up to give you anything!" Rosa huffed, "What do you mean again!?" she yelled, "I've always been prim and proper."
"Yeah, well maybe that's your problem!"
"I don't have a problem!" Rosa yelled, grabbing Gisella by Ivanna's jacket.
"Hey!" Gisella exclaimed, "Watch the jacket!"
Rosa grunted and shoved Gisella back into another snow bank. "Look, just stop trying to be buddy buddy with me!"
"Why?" Gisella coughed and sneezed, "What do you have against me or Larissa?"
Rosa muttered and quickly turned around. "I don't need to justify anything!"
Gisella stepped out of the snow bank and glared at Rosa. "I've done nothing but be nice to you ever since I brought you into our group! Why are you being such a jerk!?"
"I don't have to justify anything to you, Gisella!" Rosa yelled.
"That's your excuse for everything lately, isn't it?" Gisella asked, coughing a few times, "Why don't you just give a straight answer?"
"I don't have to justify any-" Rosa began to give her usual excuse when Gisella quickly stood up and tackled her into the snow.
"Stop spitting out that nonsense and give me an actual answer, Rosa!" Gisella yelled, smothering Rosa with a pile of snow.
"Get. Off. Of. ME!" Rosa exclaimed, squriming under Gisella's weight.
"Not until you give me an actual answeeerrrrrrr!" Gisella was suddenly thrown off of Rosa and landed on the sidewalk. She winced in pain as she looked down at her bad leg. "I think I twisted my ankle." She panted heavily and looked up at Rosa, who was standing up and also breathing heavily. "Help me up, please."
Rosa stood there, watching. Gisella's eyes opened up wide as she saw Rosa's makeup begin to come off. "What are you staring at?" Rosa asked. Her eyes widened as she a thought came to her mind. She quickly pulled out a makeup mirror and looked at her face. Her expressioned turned to fear as she saw her makeup beginning to come off from the snow. "Don't," she stuttered, "don't look at me!" Rosa quickly ran off in the direction of her house, ashamed of what Gisella just saw.
February 12, 2012
"Remind me why you still want to have that little light cherry blonde haired prick in the band?" Isabella asked, handing an ice pack to Gisella.
"I'm telling you, there's more to Rosa than it first seems," Gisella said, holding the ice pack on her twisted ankle. She sneezed and coughed a few times before managing to get a drink of water.
"The universe just doesn't like you lately, does it?" Isabella said rather jokingly. "How long did the doctor say you were going to be off that?"
"I've been keeping up my schedule of ice packs and resting, so by next week, I should be good and ready," Gisella said, coughing and sneezing a few more times.
"Did you get that cold of yours check out like I said?" Isabella asked, placing the back of her hand on Gisella's forehead.
"I did, but the results won't be in for another few weeks," Gisella sniffled and reached for a tissue to blow her nose.
"Well, at least that will be professionally taken care of. So, what makes you think that there's more to Rosa? Was it her shoving you in the snow for the second time?" Isabella asked, taking a seat on one of Gisella's chairs, "Or was it her twisting your ankle?"
"It was everything before that, but this incident definitely cemented the idea about Rosa that I had," Gisella said, coughing some more.
"So, are you ever going to tell me about it, or am I just supposed to play twenty questions with you?" Isabella asked.
Gisella beckoned for Isabella to come closer and Isabella leaned in. Gisella whispered to her in a hushed tone, "I think Rosa is being beaten."
"What? No!" Isabella exclaimed, sitting back up in her chair, "What idiot would try to physically hurt her," Isabella glanced at Gisella's ankle, "Besides you, of course."
"Nice save there," Gisella said. She leaned back on her couch and sighed. "I know what I saw, Isabella. Rosa had a black eye and her cheek was bruised. I'm sure she has other black and blue marks on her arms or her legs."
"You're certain of that?" Isabella asked.
"It's kind of hard to mistake black and blue against light tan skin like hers," Gisella mentioned.
"Are you sure it wasn't from you?"
"Hey!" Gisella said, sitting up right and coughing, "I only smothered her with snow, I didn't punch her at all."
"I'm just making sure," Isabella said, gesturing for Gisella to lie back down.
Gisella sighed and laid down. "Not only that, but when she saw her own face in the mirror, she ran off ashamed."
Isabella leaned back and thought. "Well, it does sound like she had some bruising, but who in their right mind would physically assault Rosa? She's nicknamed princess for a reason. Her dad would have anyone who even touched a hair on her head shipped off to Madagascar."
"I don't know," Gisella said, rubbing her bad leg, "but I intend to confront her about it."
"Sheesh, only 32 bands are left in the competition," Gisella said, taking a seat at a cafe on campus, "Soon, we'll be able to watch Tyrell's band go down."
"You got that right, mon," Larissa said, pouring a bit of rum into her hot chocolate.
"Man, are you still on this revenge thing?" asked a familiar and unwanted voice. Gisella and Larissa turned to face Tyrell walking towards them.
"What do you want, Tyrell?" Gisella asked with hints of animosity in her voice.
"Easy now," Tyrell said, leaning in towards Gisella, "Revenge isn't your color."
Gisella shoved Tyrell back and scoffed. "Like you would actually know anything about me!"
"Oh, but I do," Tyrell chuckled, "I know that your favorite soccer player is Messi."
"So what? Anyone could have know that," Gisella said.
"I know that you broke your leg three years ago in a soccer accident."
"So does everyone in this town, mon," Larissa said, drinking more of her hot chocolate and rum mixture.
"I know that you just barely managed to even get into the competition past the first round by a few votes," Tyrell said, taking a step closer to Gisella.
"So could anyone who bothered to look at the numbers!"
"I know that your grandfather left you his house when he died."
"Anyone could have known that from the sign in my front yard," Gisella replied, taking a step back.
"I know that it was your idea to have Rosa in your band."
"Anyone who knows me could have guess that, mon," Larissa said, ready to stand up at a moment's notice.
"I know that for Halloween, you were that cute little soccer zombie," Tyrell said, taking another step closer.
"So? What does that mean?" Gisella asked, a little nervous.
"I know that you were on stage against the Nighttime Swingers."
"That was broadcasted to a bunch of different TVs, mon. Anyone could have seen that," Larissa said, standing up now out of her chair.
"I know that for Christmas, you got a special letter in the mail."
"I...I..." Gisella continued to stammer and was unable to say anything.
"And," Tyrell leaned in and held Gisella's chin in her hand. He tilted her face up to his and smiled, saying, "I know you aren't doing this to get at me. You're doing this to get back with me."
Gisella stammered, but found herself at a loss for words. She wanted to run and scream, but her body wouldn't cooperate. She breathed heavily and tried to speak, but to no avail. Tyrell smirked and leaned in for a kiss when Larissa poured some of her hot chocolate on his head. "Whoops, mon."
Tyrell recoiled in pain as Gisella kept breathing deeply. "Admit it, Gisella," Tyrell said as he wiped away the hot chocolate, "you're still crazy for me."
"Never! I am over you, Tyrell! I am going to make you pay for what you did!" Gisella exclaimed, but her voice cracked a bit.
Tyrell chuckled and turned to Larissa. He walked up to her and grabbed her by the collar. She tried to reach for her hot chocolate, but he kept her out of reach. "You ever do something stupid like that again," he threatened, "and you might just have a little 'cooking incidient.'" He let go of her and walked off, chuckling to himself.
Larissa breathed heavily and turned to Gisella. "Remind me why in hell you dated him."
January 19, 2012
"He did what to you!?" Isabella exclaimed over the phone while on speaker phone, "That's not even close to right! I ought to knock him upside the head!"
"You know you can't do that," Gisella said to her, drinking some homemade Soccer Shocker, "You'd be sent to jail."
"I know, I know," Isabella said, sighing, "When you girls get to face him in this competiton, you let me know. I'm rooting for you girls!"
"Thanks, mon," Larissa said, twirling her knife.
"Hey, listen, I got to get going. I'll chat with you girls later." With that, Isabella hung up. Larissa tucked her phone back into her pocket and resumed chopping celery for lunch.
Gisella's kitchen wasn't particularly fancy, but it was sprused up nice. It was painted a beautiful canary yellow with dolphin shaped decals on the walls. A large counter made of beautiful granite extended through the middle of the room, separating the dining area with the cooking area.
"I can't believe Tyrell would actually do something like that," said the woman with the light cherry blonde hair.
"You better believe it, Rosa,' Gisella said, coughing a few times.
"That doesn't sound like the Tyrell that I know," Rosa muttered to herself.
"Well, I say you girls should make a slam song," Naomi suggested, drinking some homemade Mexican Oasis.
"A slam song?" Rosa asked.
"Just how dense are you, mon?" Larissa asked Rosa, "A slam song is where you just talk bad about a person through the entire song."
"Oh, I see," Rosa said, drinking some Caribbean Splash. She glanced around before just staring at her glass.
"You alright, Rosa? We haven't seen you since we recorded our song," Gisella said, snapping Rosa out of her thoughts.
"I don't need a reason to not grace you three with my prescence," Rosa defensively said, crossing her arms.
"Hey, we don't need any of your sass, mon," Larissa said, raising her voice.
"Well, you don't have to be here to recieve it!" Rosa yelled back, placing her hands on the counter.
"Girls! Please! Calm down!" Gisella exclaimed, but she was ignored.
"You got five seconds to get out of my face before I chop something off that make-up cake of yours, mon," Larissa threatened.
"You wouldn't dare!" Rosa said, getting more in Larissa's face.
"One."
"Girls! Please stop!" Gisella pleaded.
"Two."
"Oh, didn't know you could count that high."
"Three."
"Hey! Knock it off you two!" Naomi yelled.
"Four."
"Stop it!" Gisella screamed.
"Five." Larissa grabbed her knife and tried to swing at Rosa, but Gisella quickly tackled Larissa to the ground.
"I said to stop it!" Gisella yelled, but Larissa threw her off.
"You know what, mon? I don't need any of this!" Larissa grabbed her knife and scowled at Gisella. "Have fun with your new best friend and only band member left! I'm out of it all!" Larissa yelled as she slammed the front door.
"Larissa!" Naomi called out, following her.
Rosa and Gisella both were heavily panting at what just happened. Rosa was panting because she nearly had her face cut and Gisella panted because she may have just lost her best friend.
January 23, 2012
"...Can you fill the gap of the missing piece in life's puzzle?" Gisella sang softly, a tear rolling down her cheek. The music notes from the the girl with the light cherry blonde hair gently faded out.
"That's a wrap," Isabella softly said, shutting off the recording. She took the camera over to the computer and began to upload it to the website.
"Hmph! I thought you didn't like depressing songs," Rosa said, crossing her arms.
"Well, excuse me, but I just lost my best friend!" Gisella exclaimed.
Rosa recoiled a bit, but kept her resolve. "No need to be so grouchy."
"Well it's half your fault that Larissa left!" Gisella exclaimed.
"How dare you even think of blaming me?" Rosa asked, putting her guitar in its case. "I've done nothing but good for this band!"
"Yes, I'm aware of that," Gisella said, setting her bass guitar down on Isabella's couch, "but it's because of you and your snooty attitude that Larissa left."
"Me and my attitude?" Rosa asked, "What about Larissa and her militant attitude? You shouldn't ever get too close to a woman who can skewer you in less than a minute with her favorite toy!"
"Hey!" Gisella exclaimed, "Larissa is very responsible when it comes to her knife." She sighed and looked at the Band Pass in Ivanna's jacket. "The band's just not the same with Larissa."
"Larissa can be replaced by a beat machine," Rosa said, arms crossed.
"Larissa isn't just some item that can be replaced!" Gisella said, defending her friend, "Why can't you two just find a compromise?"
"I have my reasons," Rosa said, still keeping her arms crossed.
"Well, how about you tell me them?" Gisella asked, getting frustrated.
"I don't have to tell you anything!" Rosa exclaimed. She turned her back to Gisella and muttered, "It's not like you're my friend or anything."
"What did you just say?" Gisella asked, clearly now agitated.
"Nothing," Rosa stammered.
"Rosa," Gisella said, calming her voice, "I want to be your friend. I want whatever this animosity you have towards me to-"
"Well I don't need you to be a friend!" Rosa exclaimed, surprising both Gisella and Isabella.
"Ugh!" Gisella said, "Do you even have any friends?"
Rosa's face became beet red, but kept her face turned from Gisella. "I don't have to tell you anything!" she stammered. She nervously gripped at the sleeves of her blue long sleeve shirt.
"Rosa, is something wrong?" Gisella asked. She placed her hand on Rosa's shoulder, but Rosa quickly brushed it off.
"Just," she stammered, "leave me alone, Gisella."
Gisella hesitantly hovered her hand behind Rosa's shoulder, but didn't dare put it on her shoulder again.
January 30, 2012
"So, that's it?" Naomi asked, "You're just leaving the band just like that?"
"I can't deal with that princess, mon," Larissa answered, "She's just so full of herself!"
"Yeah, I definitely see that in her," Naomi said, "Still, what about Gisella? You're just going to leave her to deal with the Battle of the Bands competition ?"
Larissa paused and looked down at her drums. "Gisella will be fine, mon. She always finds a way to win." She looked at Naomi with tears forming in her eyes. "It's one of her best qualities."
"If you miss her so much," Naomi said, "then why not just go back to her and apologize for everything."
Larissa slammed her drum sticks against her drums, sending out a sour note throughout her house. "Why should I apologize for what I did to that princess, mon?" Naomi found herself at a loss for words. "That's what I thought."
Naomi sighed and laid back on Larissa's bed. "You know you're going to have to see Gisella at some point. She either going to find you at your work or meet you at some point at school."
"I know that, mon," Larissa said, not looking up from her drumming.
"So, what do you plan to do? You know Gisella's going to have a lot of questions for you and that she's hurting badly right now," Naomi said.
Larissa said nothing while she drummed away. She continued to keep her eyes closed, fighting back tears. "I don't know, mon."
"Look, I really think you should go back there and apologize for everything," Naomi said, "For goodness sake, you've been avoiding your best friend for eleven days now. Are you seriously going to make poor Gisella and Isabella suffer because of some grudge with that light cherry blonde haired chick?"
Larissa sighed and stopped drumming. "I don't want to hurt Gisella or Isabella, mon. I just can't accept Rosa in the band or as a friend."
"Well, why not?" Naomi asked.
"Have you seen the way she treats us, mon?" Larissa asked, "She acts like she's so perfect when it comes to everything while we're just scum on her designer boots!"
"I see your point," Naomi said, "Did you ever think that there was a reason she's such a jerk?"
"Do people even need a reason, mon?" Larissa asked.
"Well, I don't believe that anyone is inherently evil or mean," Naomi mentioned, "People are raised that way and learn their mean actions as they grow up."
Larissa sighed and looked out her window at the snow fall. "I don't know, mon. I don't know."
February 3, 2012
"Well, we don't need her," said the woman with the light cherry blonde, arms crossed as she walked down the street.
"Yes we do, Rosa," Gisella called out to her as she followed up behind her, "Larissa is a key pat of the band and my best friend. Why is it so hard for you two to get along?"
"Because," Rosa stammered, stopping, "It just is, alright?"
"No, it's not alright!" Gisella yelled, finally catching up to Rosa on the street, "Look, I started to see you open up to us in the past few weeks since you've joined the Bad Good Girls. Why are you suddenly reverting back to being a jerk?"
"You think I'm acting like a jerk!?" Rosa exclaimed, turning to face Gisella.
"Yes I do!" Gisella yelled back, looking down to rub her leg brace, "We were all getting along before you just had to start acting all prim and proper again. For goodness sake, you endured walking through a blizzard just to visit us at Larissa's dinner. If that wasn't an attempt at a friendly gesture, then I don't know what would be."
"Then clearly you don't know what a friendly gesture is. I did that just so I could give you girls the song. You should be grateful I came up to give you anything!" Rosa huffed, "What do you mean again!?" she yelled, "I've always been prim and proper."
"Yeah, well maybe that's your problem!"
"I don't have a problem!" Rosa yelled, grabbing Gisella by Ivanna's jacket.
"Hey!" Gisella exclaimed, "Watch the jacket!"
Rosa grunted and shoved Gisella back into another snow bank. "Look, just stop trying to be buddy buddy with me!"
"Why?" Gisella coughed and sneezed, "What do you have against me or Larissa?"
Rosa muttered and quickly turned around. "I don't need to justify anything!"
Gisella stepped out of the snow bank and glared at Rosa. "I've done nothing but be nice to you ever since I brought you into our group! Why are you being such a jerk!?"
"I don't have to justify anything to you, Gisella!" Rosa yelled.
"That's your excuse for everything lately, isn't it?" Gisella asked, coughing a few times, "Why don't you just give a straight answer?"
"I don't have to justify any-" Rosa began to give her usual excuse when Gisella quickly stood up and tackled her into the snow.
"Stop spitting out that nonsense and give me an actual answer, Rosa!" Gisella yelled, smothering Rosa with a pile of snow.
"Get. Off. Of. ME!" Rosa exclaimed, squriming under Gisella's weight.
"Not until you give me an actual answeeerrrrrrr!" Gisella was suddenly thrown off of Rosa and landed on the sidewalk. She winced in pain as she looked down at her bad leg. "I think I twisted my ankle." She panted heavily and looked up at Rosa, who was standing up and also breathing heavily. "Help me up, please."
Rosa stood there, watching. Gisella's eyes opened up wide as she saw Rosa's makeup begin to come off. "What are you staring at?" Rosa asked. Her eyes widened as she a thought came to her mind. She quickly pulled out a makeup mirror and looked at her face. Her expressioned turned to fear as she saw her makeup beginning to come off from the snow. "Don't," she stuttered, "don't look at me!" Rosa quickly ran off in the direction of her house, ashamed of what Gisella just saw.
February 12, 2012
"Remind me why you still want to have that little light cherry blonde haired prick in the band?" Isabella asked, handing an ice pack to Gisella.
"I'm telling you, there's more to Rosa than it first seems," Gisella said, holding the ice pack on her twisted ankle. She sneezed and coughed a few times before managing to get a drink of water.
"The universe just doesn't like you lately, does it?" Isabella said rather jokingly. "How long did the doctor say you were going to be off that?"
"I've been keeping up my schedule of ice packs and resting, so by next week, I should be good and ready," Gisella said, coughing and sneezing a few more times.
"Did you get that cold of yours check out like I said?" Isabella asked, placing the back of her hand on Gisella's forehead.
"I did, but the results won't be in for another few weeks," Gisella sniffled and reached for a tissue to blow her nose.
"Well, at least that will be professionally taken care of. So, what makes you think that there's more to Rosa? Was it her shoving you in the snow for the second time?" Isabella asked, taking a seat on one of Gisella's chairs, "Or was it her twisting your ankle?"
"It was everything before that, but this incident definitely cemented the idea about Rosa that I had," Gisella said, coughing some more.
"So, are you ever going to tell me about it, or am I just supposed to play twenty questions with you?" Isabella asked.
Gisella beckoned for Isabella to come closer and Isabella leaned in. Gisella whispered to her in a hushed tone, "I think Rosa is being beaten."
"What? No!" Isabella exclaimed, sitting back up in her chair, "What idiot would try to physically hurt her," Isabella glanced at Gisella's ankle, "Besides you, of course."
"Nice save there," Gisella said. She leaned back on her couch and sighed. "I know what I saw, Isabella. Rosa had a black eye and her cheek was bruised. I'm sure she has other black and blue marks on her arms or her legs."
"You're certain of that?" Isabella asked.
"It's kind of hard to mistake black and blue against light tan skin like hers," Gisella mentioned.
"Are you sure it wasn't from you?"
"Hey!" Gisella said, sitting up right and coughing, "I only smothered her with snow, I didn't punch her at all."
"I'm just making sure," Isabella said, gesturing for Gisella to lie back down.
Gisella sighed and laid down. "Not only that, but when she saw her own face in the mirror, she ran off ashamed."
Isabella leaned back and thought. "Well, it does sound like she had some bruising, but who in their right mind would physically assault Rosa? She's nicknamed princess for a reason. Her dad would have anyone who even touched a hair on her head shipped off to Madagascar."
"I don't know," Gisella said, rubbing her bad leg, "but I intend to confront her about it."