Jesus Christ! What on earth are all these sudden messages flooding my e-mail account about people following my story?! How on earth did this get so popular so fast?! How did I...?! (And thinking English isn't even my first language to START with! Damn, what an ego boost!) Man, I'm feeling under pressure now, 'cause I want you people to feel like that one-click effort was worth it… Ok, phew! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as the first chapter, then! Pleasepleaseplease enjoy it! Thank you so much for reading! Don't forget to review! (By the way, how do I answer reviews...? HOW DOES IT WORK ?)

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Like, chapter 2, or whatever.

Yes, that night at the mansion had been one of the most exhausting one she had ever lived in her short 12 year-old life. And that's without even taking into account the next morning! They were OUT of tropical juice, so she had to make do with…

My God…

W… Water!

Even though it was directly extracted from the purest source of the purest mountain of Oregon, just thinking about that fanciless and tasteless mixture made her sick. Yuck!

Thankfully, it was short. Pleading for mercy that she needed fresh air and real entertainment from all this boredom of having to watch people work, her parents agreed to let her borrow their third car, as well as their 12th chauffeur, to accomplish the much higher purpose of taking a stroll around town. By the way, they really needed to stop sewing all their drivers, or they'll actually have to look for one next time.

Anyway, here she was. She had just picked up her two friends, which names she hadn't caught yet, and brought them around to the local park. Now, usually she doesn't esteem parks to be worthy of her greatness and perfection, but the park happened to have been recently bought and restored by her parent's huge fortune. Ah, yes. Marble and leather for swings? Yes, that was MUCH better, thank you.

But reminding herself she had money got boring eventually, especially since she was credit-cardless for another 6 days and 13 hours. How unbearable. She needed to find yet another cruel way to bring back up her low self-esteem. Speaking of which, she had just noticed a couple of young 9 year-old boys playing around with a set of old torn-out cards. She took a minute to evaluate how big was the social gap between them before agreeing with herself that even if they DID want to sew her, they wouldn't have either the guts or the means to take such a distinguished action.

Without saying a word as if she would start spitting out gold if she spoke any more than she had to, she motioned the attention of her followers towards the unsuspecting happy children.

They grinned, which in their cult language meant: "Yes, lord and master. You have stroke again, finding the perfect sacrifices for your rising greatness. How amazing, yet typically wonderful of you. Yes, lord and master, we SHALL follow and support thou while sucking their self-esteem out of them."

Yea, they knew where they place was. They might actually last a little longer than her two last friends, whatever their names were. Well, it was irrelevant anyway.

She advanced like a model going down a runway before taking a sharp kick towards the deck of nerd-cards, making them splatter in front of the both equally horrified children.

"What's up, nerds!" She stated with an evil laugh that made her diamond earrings dangle, "What, you are seriously attached to this garbage? What's the big deal? It's just torn out paper with stupid pictures on them!"

Boy, was tormenting the weak fun!

"Our… Our daddy gave it to us, saying he used to play with it when he was a kid…" One of the kid explained with teary eyes, "We were just trading, we weren't…

- Are you serious right now?" She explained along her accomplices' laughs, "You mean there AREN'T brand new? Hah! You guys really ARE poor! I'm sorry you have so little money that you have to entertain herself with your parents' toys! How materialistic!"

No, that wasn't ironical in any way.

"You know what?" She continued, watching with satisfaction both little boys starting to cry, "Actually, no. I don't feel sorry for you. I mean, worthless toys are suitable to worthless…

- PACIFICA!" Suddenly echoed a raging, yet surprised, voice she immediately recognized.

With a gulp, she suddenly regretted picking on commoners so openly. She had just attracted the attention of the last person she wanted to see right now.

"HEY!" Shouted out to her the boy that had helped her open the gates of her mansion to the people of this town, "Pacifica, what the HECK do you think you're doing?" She cringed, hitting herself mentally. Yes, she was usually glad to see him, but couldn't he stumble upon her while she was saving a sick puppy or something?

The young arriver shot a quick look at the scene which involved two crying, defenseless children with a spilled out card game at their feet while three bullies were having the time of their life. I mean, except for Pacifica. She had stopped laughing as soon as she heard the pre-teen's crackly voice. "Were you making fun of them?!" He shouted, scandalized, "I can't believe it! What, did you forget everything that happened at your own mansion? What's wrong with you! People aren't animals, man! Leave them alone!"

"Oh, come on, Dippity-Dipper!" squealed a wild twin that had suddenly appeared by his side while both victimized boys stared at him with awe and admiration, "She was just giving them advice! I mean, those cards are dirty, and she was kicking them away from them so their hands weren't get dirty! She was about to offer buying a brand new cleany-clean deck! Right, Pacifica…?"

She was sincerely trying to help her, Pacifica gratefully noticed. She looked desperately at her, giving her every signal possible ever to just go along and agree. She might actually really want to help her… Or get her brother out of trouble, she wasn't sure.

"Oh yea?" Teased one of the two insignificant bullies, "What're you gonna do about it? Glare at her to death?" Pacifica's temporary friends started laughing, curse them! What an embarrassment! And in front of him? WHY?

But Dipper cared so little he didn't seem to even so much as hear them, same as her own sister's voice. His ears would only hear a sincere apology from one and only girl. And, while he was patiently fulminating, waiting for her reaction, the boy had crossed his arms, signaling he didn't plan to move anytime soon. Because what he was pressuring wasn't anything anyone else knew about. That death stare was asking her how she could do such a thing after what they had been through at the mansion, how he thought she would behave from now on, or at least TRY.

Man, he was adorable when he was mad. Just like an angry kitten! So cute! Even though she WAS kind of impressed by how he didn't seem to suffer any influence whatsoever from the social pressures. How did he do it? She could never pull off such a positional statement and ASSUME it. I mean, it was kind of weird… And cool…

She suddenly felt a little too hot, even though the temperature was just right on this sunny day. What was with this sudden heat, especially in her cheeks? Did her pastry chef use out of date ingredients in that morning's croissants? If that was the case, she was so going to sew him.

Wait…

Oh…

Ooooooooooh no… She…

DAMMIT SHE WAS BLUSHING!

"Yes, well…" She starting to reply to the non-wavering glare while she discretely reached down to her out-of-price purse, looking in the depths of the small content holder for foundation makeup. Gratefully praying for the gods' clemency, she held up a small palm-sized mirror and started hiding the traitoress color of her skin through a thick layer of artificial product as if the twins weren't even worth her stare. Yet, she didn't seem to know what to respond. She couldn't seem to find the courage to put up with him like she used to, especially since she knew SHE was in the wrong. Maybe.

Curse you, biological attraction!

But he just seemed to assume it was because she was feeling too guilty to answer to her own behavior. In any case, he waited, while they all seemed to await expectantly her words.

"Yea, whatever." She finally answered, handing over a couple of bills to the children she had previously tried to humiliate while her followers couldn't seem to believe their eyes. "'Not my fault they took it personally."

A huge sigh of relief resonated from Dipper's sister, who gladly hunched her brother. "See, brosef? You were just overreacting! Now let's get some ice cream, I am STARVING!" she chanted as she danced away, expecting her brother to follow her very shortly.

And indeed, Dipper seemed somehow attracted to his sister's invitation. But he wasn't done quite yet.

"Fine, you saved yourself an apology." The boy argued, "But I just can't believe you would do such a thing! Didn't yesterday mean anything to you? I…" He suddenly looked sadly disappointed before finally looked up again, "I thought you'd changed. Looks like I may've been wrong."

And, even though he finally left, Pacifica didn't seem to hear her fellow bullies trying to get her to explain what had just happened. All she could see was the boy's back, which his wild sister seem to be making fun of about the way he was talking to Pacifica, for some reason.

Dipper was, like, the ONLY person who seemed to consider her as a decent human being, and she had just been stupid enough to convince him otherwise.

So, yea. She DID like him. But if she had ever been sure of anything, is that that it didn't work in both directions.

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