<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>she’s a <em> MEAN</em> one. — mrs. <em>GRINCH</em></strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//DA8FDB27_3136_49CE_A8C9_4FDFC0287821.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Andrea Bellows<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> post graduate<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> lesbian<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> angry af<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 12|15|2020 7:00 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> the mall, parking lot about to cut a bitch. if the stampede doesn’t get her first.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> ace cavilli ( @skye )- <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br/><hr/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>how dare she! how dare she demand anything of andrea now. god and to add insult to in injury the blonde did as ace asked and turned around. the full scope of the pain she was causing ace was hitting her and in that moment she wanted to comfort the brunette. but she was her ex for a reason and the damage that akasha had caused had its lasting effect. whether she had intended it to or not. <br/><br/>so of course turning her face away was the only way to save face without saying something meaner to ace. as much as the other woman had caused her she didn’t wish her harm or pain. she didn’t want her to ever feel the pain she had inflicted in andrea. the emotions in ace’s statement though hit her hard. blinking causing a few tears to stream down her face. wiping them away she nodded. licking her lips, “thanks, years late but i appreciate it.” she choked out before she turned on her heels and headed to her car trying to put distance between her and her past.<br/><br/>she didn’t want to hear anymore and she didn’t want to know that ace was suffering. it would be hard pressed for andy not to want to comfort the beautiful brunette. she was however over this. the entire thing the fucking program, the school. why was she still here as a post graduate? why didn’t she do like her old roommate and run when she was done to another university? there were plenty of law schools she could have applied to. jesus she had the grades to get into harvard yet she chose to major at jamison because of the money and scholarships offered if she stayed. logically she had one more exam to go before she could put the establishment behind her rear view mirror. but logic flew out the window when life decided to throw her the curveball that looked hot af in heels. <br/><br/>“ace..”<br/><br/>she whimpered as she slammed the door of her car shut. lucky she had dark tints on her windows and she was able to cover her baby blue eyes with her sunglasses. she broke down sobbing and holding her chest the aching exploding thorax pain and crying till your pinkies were numb. she was done. she was going to leave tonight. she didn’t care she would start somewhere else with the remaining credits. logically she wasn’t thinking. the brunette has literally one exam left before it was all over. stupid ace in a hole.<br/></span></span>