Halfway across town in the Bloomingdales the Westfield mall had to offer, Jade sat in a plush hot pink chair, frowning distastefully at it of course, across from the dressing room where her daughter was currently trying on one dress after the other. She was just as impatient as she once was in high school; motherhood hadn't changed her a bit. She was more motherly and a lot nicer, but only to her daughter.
"Sweetie, could you hurry the help up? Mommy's kind of sick of this place!" Jade called in irritation, looking around the large department store and the evening gowns it had to offer.
Her lip curled in disgust as she listened to the music that reverberated in the store. "What is up with this background music? Ugh."
Violet sighed from inside the dressing room, listening to her mothers complaints as she tried to zip up her dress on the side. She loved her mother, she really did, but she was always complaining and insulting everyone and everything around them. "I'm almost done mom. Just putting my shoes on."
Jade huffed and pushed herself out of the seat, deciding to keep herself busy by looking through the dresses. "So many bright colors, I'm afraid I'm going blind." She saw a bright pink dress and her nose scrunched in disgust.
"It feels like I'm in Cat's head or something. This is disgusting."
With a quick roll of her eyes, Violet opened the dressing room door and stepped out, smiling at her raven haired mother as she turned around. A beautiful strapless pink ivory dress hugged the teenager perfectly around her chest, from there it fell down to her feet in a gorgeous flowy fabric.
Jade's upper lip curled for a moment as she crossed her arms and studied the dress. "Its.. pink."
The smile fell from Violet's lips at her reaction and her face fell instantly, a hurt puppy dog look covering her features and reminded Jade of a certain Latina she desperately tried to forget and block from her mind. "So..? You don't like it?"
"I didn't say I didn't like it." Jade corrected her with an eyeroll and walked over, turning her daughter to face the mirror behind her, keeping her hands on her shoulders. A soft maternal look crossed her face and made Violet quickly relax with a soft smile. "I don't like pink," Jade continued and glanced at Violet's face. "but it looks beautiful on you, baby," she whispered and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek.
Violet smiled brightly and she turned around to face her darkly dressed mother, throwing her arms around her tightly. "Thank you momma." she mumbled into her neck while they hugged.
Jade only chuckled in response and stroked her hair. "You're welcome. Now c'mon, get out of it so we can buy it and get the hell out of here." She pulled away and glared at the selection of dresses that stood a few feet away.
The pale teenager rolled her eyes, gone was her soft sweet mother and back was her usual grumpy one. She turned on her heel and sauntered back into her dressing room, promptly shutting the door behind her.
Mother and daughter stood together at the register a quick five minutes later, waiting patiently for the woman to ring them up. Well, one was patient.
"Could you hurry the hell up?" Jade snapped at the middle aged woman who glared heatedly at her and continued her work at the same pace, causing her customer to breathe out angrily through her nose.
Violet gave the woman an apologetic smile and looked at her angry mother, sighing softly.
The brunette sales associate, who's name appeared to be 'Blenda', picked up the dress to ring it up but couldn't seem to find the price-tag, letting out a very sickly sweet, "Uh-oh,"
Jade's eyes narrowed slowly, "What, 'uh-oh'?"
Blenda smiled sweetly, a little too sweetly, at the angered woman, "It seems as though the dress doesn't have a price-tag, I'll have to go get a new one from the back." Not waiting for a response, she picked up the dressed, turned and walked away, leaving Violet to deal with a fuming Jade.
The raven haired woman glared at her retreating back, calling out after her, "Yeah, you do that, Blenda." then, mumbling angrily to herself, "Gank." she scoffed and looked at Violet. "What kind of name is 'Blenda', anyways?"
Violet looked at her disappointingly, "Mom, that's not nice. She can't help her own name. You really have to stop being so cruel to everyone, its extremely hurtful. You never know what they're going through, they could be having a really bad day and you're just adding fuel to the fire."
Jade stared at her with what could only be called a 'WTF' look for a moment before her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms, "Listen Veg-" Realizing what she was about to say, her mouth instantly shut and her eyes widened for a moment, mumbling to herself while her daughter watched her in confusion, "Holy shit."
"What?"
"Nothing! Never mention that, ever. Especially not to your father." Her mother snapped as the sales woman returned with the dress and quickly paid before snatching the bag from her and storming off, leaving her daughter to watch her in bewilderment before quickly chasing after her.
Xx
Hollywood Arts high school is a very prestigious performance arts school. It is the home of the red, black and white, and various talented famous alumni. It is also the home of one of the biggest rivalries the school has ever seen.
On the singing corner, Violet West-Oliver, the most popular female singer of the school and on the horror writing corner, Hazel Vega, Hollywood Arts resident queen bitch. Both known for being ferociously good on their chosen "fields," they had started a rivalry during their freshman year. It was rumored that both girls were crushing on Viktor Thorn, the Alpha Male of their school.
The guy then subsequently played both hearts and ended up being both their ex-boyfriends. From then on, the two girls harbored a deep-seated loathing on him and upon each other since he was dating them both at the same time.
It was the end of the day and the other students at HA were wondering if some kind of miracle happened. For the whole day, Violet West and Hazel Vega did not raise their voices a notch. The two would usually spark a verbal sparring whenever they met in the hallways but so far, none had occurred.
Hazel walked along the hall looking through her new screenplay she had before looking down and placing it in her bag that hung on her side. She hardly noticed the other girl heading in her direction. Violet was reading a script given earlier that day. She was lead, as usual, and was very excited to know the flow of the story. Since the two were busy doing other things, they hardly noticed one of their classmates who stood between their closing distances.
Shelby was going to her locker when she dropped her bag so she bent down to pick it up. Unfortunately, Violet and Hazel both looked up too late and Shelby was able to avoid them thus making them bump into each other. The whole hall became silent as a bag and a script fell on the floor.
"Watch where you're going Vega – poor Shelby did her bag hit you?" Violet asked her classmate who shook her head and thanked her by flashing a brief smile before scurrying away.
"The question is, Oliver, did your stupid book fall on her foot?" Hazel said calmly but glaring at her rival, her high cheeks angled in such a way that she looked really smug towering over the somewhat petite brunette in front of her. Violet cursed herself for not wearing heels today since her rival was taller than her by a good inch.
"My 'heavy book' is called a script," she snapped bending down and picking it up holding it close to her chest, "But of course, you of all people should know that. But wait! I forgot you're only into bad horror stories, I'm sorry." Violet said with a little pout.
"Just because I have taste doesn't mean I have no brains." Hazel snapped feeling more insulted by the minute. She stood taller and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Is that so? Well, what do you know?" Violet rolled her eyes and pushed her way past Hazel.
"None of your business Oliver, I keep my business to myself!" her rival called out after her, "Especially when it involves fluff of other people," she muttered under her breath but she was heard Violet went back.
"You hardly knew anything!" she hissed and Hazel snorted.
"What're you gonna do about it?" she teased and Violet just scoffed.
"Nothing, I don't sink to such negative levels," she huffed when she heard a loud guffaw behind her. She spun dramatically and was about to speak when her script fell due to the external force of her spin and hit Hazel's foot. Hazel jumped yelped in pain and accidentally shoved Violet who in turn thought that it was going to be more than shoving and raised her fist.
"Don't you ever shove me you bitch!" she yelled and punched Hazel square in the face. Hazel winced in pain but it was enough to anger her and she punched back. Violet doubled over clutching her stomach but not before sending an uppercut which Hazel managed to avoid.
After rubbing their sore spots, the two glared at each other, teeth bared, fists raised…
World War III had begun.
Everyone was surprised at the fistfight which transgressed right after their argument. Before anyone could blink twice, Violet and Hazel were rolling all over the floor punching and kicking each other.
"STOP!"
The sound of the teachers voice reverberated throughout the hall and Hazel and Violet looked up to see Erwin Sikowitz' face looking down on both of them.
"Hi Sir.." Violet said immediately standing up from Hazel wiping away the blood from her nose while her other hand was fumbling for the pocket in her jeans that held her handkerchief.
"What brings you here?" Hazel asked straightening herself up. She was sporting a bruise on her arms since all her efforts were spent trying to keep Violet from hitting her gorgeous face.
"You both – to the principals office; pronto!" Sikowitz yelled, pointing in the direction of Helen's office. He knew exactly who both their mothers were and knew it was only natural for them to hate each other considering their mothers own rivalry when they attended Hollywood Arts, yet it had never gotten to the point of a physical fight.
The crowd parted and watched as two of the most popular girls in the school were led away.