Leaning forward Rogue splashed some cold water on her face. Her shaking fingers reached for the tap but she was interrupted by a sudden nudge on her side.
Startled she stepped back as she acknowledged the person who’d bumped into her.
“Oh I’m sorry,” Heather spoke in a false voice. “Did I hit you?”
Rogue straightened up as she eyed the blonde and raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
“You really want to do this?” she asked with an amount of gleeful surprise. “You’re that insecure.”
Heather glared at her and stuck her hip out. “I know who you are.”
Rogue laughed a little. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?”
“It means your different then all the others.”
“Others? I’m sorry honey but I don’t know what you’re talking about and I don’t have time for this.”
“He’s different with you,” Heather snapped at her.
Rogue rolled her eyes. “This ain’t my problem. Not my fault he turned you down.”
“But it is,” Heather seethed. “I bet you wouldn’t even know what to do with a man like him, girlie.”
Rogue glared at her. “Right, because a man like him would only know how to fuck right,” she spoke, her voice raising a little. “I mean that’s all he’s good for, right? That’s what you’re saying? So some bimbo slut is exactly what he needs then? You don’t even know him.”
“Shut up!”
“Did I strike a nerve?” Rogue smiled even as she felt a little warmer then usual. “Why don’t you go find some other guy’s crotch to rub yourself on?”
“You think you’re so special,” Heather spat.
“No,” Rogue mumbled as she felt dizzy unexpectedly. “Even I make mistakes. Even I took him for granted.”
“I didn’t take him for granted,” Heather yelled as she stepped forward.
“You’re just a dime a dozen,” Rogue whispered back as she moved to walk around the other woman.
“You can’t talk to me that way.”
Heather reached for Rogue expecting to knock her down but Rogue stumbled forward and fell to her knees beside the sink before Heather even had a chance. She coughed once and then twice.
“Gross,” Heather yelled.
Retching forward Rogue coughed once more and felt the liquid spray forward out of her mouth and onto Heather’s pink halter top.
“Shit,” Heather screamed as her eyes widened at her shirt, her body automatically moving away from Rogue as she spotted the specks of blood on her shirt.
Stumbling back Heather held her hands up away from her ruined shirt and glanced at Rogue with wide eyes before running out the door.
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