"What are you doing here, Gen?" "I should ask what you're doing here. Paul's beach house is our place; you had no right to come here." Oh my god, I wanted to roll my eyes but knew that would only make the situation worse. Gen was not one of those people you wanted to antagonize; rationality wasn't really her strong suit. "Ok, first off, I didn't do anything wrong. Peter asked me to come; that's his right, neither of us can take that away from him. He's his own autonomous person."

"Oh, don't give me that feminist bullshit," Gen spat, not holding back any venom in her tone. "Don't call it that! We both benefit from feminism every day!" I retorted; if it's one thing I hated, its women bashing feminism- men already do that enough. "What you're doing isn't very feminist, dumbass!" Uh…. huh. Ok, no point in arguing that one; clearly she had no idea what she was talking about. She was probably referring to some unfeminist girl-code; which aren't real codes at all. Sensing that I wasn't going to refute that allegation, she took the opportunity to continue.

"You say you're so "pro-women", and yet you steal someone else's boyfriend?! What's wrong with you? Why couldn't you have just stayed home this weekend?" "I'm sorry you find my presence so threatening." Even as I said it, I knew that was probably not my best choice of words; true but perhaps ill-timed. Then again, with Gen being in this mindset, I doubt that it mattered what I said; everything could and would be twisted into an attack. "You think I'm threatened? Look at me! Or better yet, look at yourself; you think any man is ever gonna want "that"?" She motioned up and down my body with her hand. I think she immediately realized her mistake however when I looked in the mirror and grinned down to Peter's bath robe. Oh yeah, real big insult there. Her eyes went from momentary horror back to blood-rage.

Before she had the chance to try and dig at me again, I sighed and spun to face her. "Look, Gen. We're too old for this. Peter has made his decision- by asking me here I mean- and it's our job to respect that. This was Peter's call; not yours or mine." "Wrong, bitch! It's my call." Oh boy, how were we ever best friends at one point? "Alright, it's your call; Peter just didn't listen," I decided enough was enough. I smelt like hot tub chemicals and wanted to shower asap. Imagine my utter disbelief and fear when Gen suddenly snatches up my medium-sized bottle of Rose Jam shower gel from Lush. She waved it around in her hand, not taking her eyes off me.

"I don't get it; you're disgusting. You don't do your hair, you don't wear makeup or sexy clothes. How could any boy bare to be seen in public with you?" "I don't court boys; I court men, and men are very different than boys," but unfortunately you likely just lost your last man for good. Enjoy a future of being treated like a girl, Gen. "Don't you lecture me about that; I know more about men than you ever will." In the bedroom probably, I inwardly smirked. Again, I would say this out loud, but I have too much class. And that's not me bragging either; it was the way I was raised. And I could still smell pool chemicals all over me!

"Give me my soap, Gen; I want to have a shower," I held out my hand. She sneered to herself. "You think that'll help anything?" "Yes; please give it to me." "I don't think all the soap in the world could help you." "Gen, give it to me. It's mine and I want it back." "Oh really?" The next few seconds were…. horrible is the best way I can think to describe it. I watched, my eyes steadily widening, as Gen flicked off the black cap, turned the bottle upside down, and started to empty its contents into the sink.

I…. I felt personally violated in that moment. I hadn't experienced bullying like this since I was in elementary school. This was… this was sick! Not to mention destruction of personal property. Gen wore the ugliest, most vindictive sneer on her face the whole time, savoring my dumbfounded reaction. It took a few seconds for my brain to process what was happening, and when it finally did- twenty seconds later- it went into auto-drive. "No!" I screeched, reaching for the bottle. Gen was able to hold me back pretty easily; she's always been physically stronger than me. "Don't! Stop! That's from the UK! It came in an order! Please stop!" "God, who knew you were so attached to soap?" "Give it back!" "Give me back my boyfriend's bathrobe!"

By the time the bottle was empty, Gen threw it onto the ground, kicking it away with her foot. I blinked from it to her shaken- shaken and extremely upset. "There. Now you know how it feels to have something you love taken from you; although I'd say my pain is greater than you losing some measly soap," she wiped her hands together. "W-why…. why are you like this? Why are you doing this to me?" Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes by now, which I'm sure brought her great delight. "Uh hello? I've been saying the whole time, you-stole-my-boyfriend," she deliberately slowed down her speech at the last part. "I didn't steal anything, Gen. I'm not like you," my hands rolled into angry fists. "You're right; you're not. Which is why I'll never understand why Peter would go out with someone like you. He must be doing it to punish me; we both know he can do better." "Peter would never use me," I said in a low, dangerous tone. I was mad; madder than I'd been since…. "You don't think so? You're just as stupid as he is."

Oh…. oh no. No, you do NOT call Peter "stupid"; not in front of me. That's when I remembered the last time I felt anger like this. It was at the mall when I first saw them after six years; Gen called Peter an idiot. I remember that…. I remember… It was then that I realized that I needed to get away from her. People like Gen aren't worth arguing with; you'll never win, no matter how right you are. They won't let you. By staying near her, in the same room with her, I unwittingly exposed myself to danger. She would hurt me; she wanted to hurt me. And judging by the way she spoke about Peter, she didn't mind bruising him too. Insulting me was one thing; insulting Peter, on the other…

Without warning, I turned to head straight to the door. Seeing what I was up to, Gen caught my sleeve; cause you know, since destruction of property wasn't enough, let's add personal battery to the mix. "I'm not done!" "I am! Let go of me!" I ordered in a very loud voice. I think it echoed out of the bathroom and down the hallway. "This robe doesn't belong to you!" This… this monster. All this because seeing me in Peter's robe was too intimidating for her? She really couldn't stand to see me wear it any longer? Fine! I angrily pulled my arms from out the sleeves, shoving it into her. "Take it!" Then, before she could retaliate, I opened the door, promptly stepped out, and slammed it behind me.

And you the worst part? That wasn't the worst thing that happened to me that night, er morning by now. It couldn't compare with what transpired next.