Her Fate

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Rating: PG-13

Ex Huntsgirl Meets New Huntsgirl

"This is the most darlin' little coffee shop I ever did see!" Gracie exclaimed as she received her mocha latte.

Rose laughed as she bought her cappuccino, "It's a café."

"Whatever," she took a sip of her drink, "all I know is I've never had a better cup of coffee."

Rose shook her head. The first place they went to was Winston's Café after they dropped their things off at their new place. Rose didn't recognize it so she figured it was new and decided to look around.

She drank some of her cappuccino. Gracie was right, they had awesome coffee. She planned to come here everyday too.

"Come on, let's go home."

"Alright, but don't you wanna get somethin' to eat?"

"Nah, I'm not hungry, why, are you?"

"Not me, I just figured that you'd need the energy in case you have to pound some mugger." Gracie stated as they walked out of the café.

"New York isn't that bad. I've never been mugged once."

"Oh…" Gracie said, looking somewhat disappointed. Rose raised an eyebrow, "Jeez, with a face like that you'd think you wanted to get mugged."

Gracie shrugged her shoulders, "I've just never been mugged before. I kinda wanna know what it's like, ya know, for the experience."

Rose laughed, "You are something else, Gracie."

"Ugh!" yelled some woman. Gracie bumped into the poor woman when she was laughing with Rose and spilled her mocha latte all over the woman's blouse. "Oops, I am so sorry ma'am."

"You pathetic poor excuse for a living being! And a redneck! No wonder you're so incompetent, watch where you're going next time, moron!"

"Hey, she said she was sorry. Chill out." Rose told her.

The woman glared at her, "Sorry isn't going to get the stain out of my five-hundred dollar blouse!"

Rose glared back, "She wasn't the only one walking. It's your fault too, you could've easily moved."

"How dare you talk to me like that! You don't even know who I am!"

"Yes, I do! You're the idiot who wasted five-hundred dollars on a shirt!"

"Because I can! I am Marissa Monroe, soon to be Marissa Harrison!"

"Big deal, I'm-" she was cut off by a burly blonde man coming out of the store they were near. "Rose-alicious!"

"Brad?" she asked with surprise. He dropped the bags he was carrying and picked Rose up in a hug. "Man, where've you been?"

"Texas."

"Wow, who's the cutie, Rosie?" Gracie asked.

"This is Brad."

"You know her!" Marissa asked, enraged. "Yeah, Rose-alicious and I go way back."

"We went to school together." Rose said at the same time Brad said, "We used to date."

Rose rolled her eyes and shook her head. "What were you doing? Hugging her like that!"

"Sorry, Marissa, I just missed her."

"Don't forget who you're marrying in a few months."

"Bet he wishes it were my Rosie." Gracie started, "I mean Rose-alicious. Cute pet name, so what does he call you?"

Marissa went red in the face and grabbed Brad by the cuff of his shirt, picked up the bags and stomped off, dragging Brad and muttering, "Why don't I have a pet name, you ingrate!"

Rose and Gracie laughed. "With an attitude like that, she could be crowned Miss America." Rose quipped.

"So, did ya really date that guy?"

"No, we went on a date together. He screwed up and ditched me for this other girl. When she left, he tried to get with me. All he managed to do was give me a headache and keep me away from Jake."

"Oh, he's that guy. I forgot the name. Jake I remember, though, you wouldn't shut up about him for the first year you were with us."

Rose laughed, "I guess I was pretty into him, huh?"

"You guess? Girl, you were head over heels; smitten with the boy… Ya think I'll get to meet him?" she asked, excitement in her eyes.

Rose smiled, "Maybe. If he's still living here and you keep your mouth shut."

"The lips are zipped, Rosie."

"Good, now come on. We've wasted enough time; let's get going before our furniture get there."

Gracie nodded as Rose stopped a taxi.

They reached the house around three o'clock. "Wow, I didn't know we spent that much time out."

"Yeah… Well, we did walk to the café."

"We should buy a car." Gracie said.

"We don't have that kind of money. We don't know how much money we have left in the account."

"But we saved up a lot of money, though. We should have enough for a used car even after the money we spent for our furniture and your gym supplies. By the way, we still need to call to have your gym stuff delivered."

"I called when you were trying to find out which type of coffee you wanted."

"Oh, good… Man, oh man. I spent at least half an hour deciding what I wanted and it wound up all over some witch."

"I prefer the term bitch. Anyway, we still need to get a couple jobs before we enroll in NYU."

"They already accepted us and we have the cash for the books and stuff, what're you worked up about?"

"Gracie, the money we saved will only last us so long. I picked up an application and I'm gonna apply to Winston's Café."

"Well, I saw a pretty darlin' shop when we were walkin' around."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it looked pretty beat up but I'm sure I could get a job there."

"I didn't see it."

"That's 'cause I noticed it when you were fighting with that Marissa girl I started looking around. I saw the shop across the street; it had a help wanted sign."

"Oh, ok then. Why didn't I notice?"

"Because you were pissed off and were too busy having a screaming contest with Marissa."

"Oh… Well, alright then. We'll apply tomorrow morning."

FLASH

"That stupid, blonde bimbo. Who does she think she is!" Marissa vented as she took out her anger on a punching bag in her room.

She visualized the bag as Rose. "Rose… God, I hate her! Rose… Why does that name seem so familiar?"

She gasped as she punched the bag off the rope holding it to her ceiling. Her eyes widened as she realized, "Huntsmaster's niece has that name…"

She walked across her room and picked up the bag. She reattached the bag to her ceiling and began punching again, still picturing Rose's face.

She wasn't positive but she was pretty sure she knew who Rose was. And if she was right that meant that the old Huntsgirl had come back.

She smiled evilly; if that were the case then Marissa would take great pleasure in killing her and proving that she truly was the better Huntsgirl.

There's chapter eleven. Gracie's gonna apply to Gramps' store in the next chappie and she meets Jake! She'll probably meet Trixie and Spud too. Anyways I hope you liked this chapter, I had fun writing the argument. That actually happened to me once. Only I spilled spagetti all over a girl in the cafeteria at school. I said sorry and she was still pissy. And besides, who wastes all that money on a shirt when you can get the same shirt for twenty dollars at Dotsor Fashion Bug? Please review!