Penname: calin-durus

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): Rated M for language. This may or may not contain spoilers for a current fic. Just warning you not to expect it ;) Thanks again to Kim the bitch owns me on days ending in -y lol

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Prompt: Scenario: You are walking quickly down a city street and bump into another person, causing both of you to fall to the ground. Upon helping the person up, you realize it's someone from your high school you haven't seen in over ten years. Write the conversation.

I was running late; my shift at the hospital ran longer than expected. Not that I was complaining. I loved working with the kids, but now my own kid was waiting for me. Normally Jazz would have picked Holden up from practice, but he had a meeting to be at.

Of course, in my rush to get to the school, I wasn't paying attention and collided with someone. I could hear the person mutter profanities as she fell on her ass to the ground. I quickly got myself up and offered my hand to the person.

"I'm sorry about that," I apologized as she looked up. Well I'll be... I thought. "Jess... Stanley?" I asked.

She looked at me, her eyes wide in confusion. "Yeah?" she responded, snatching her hand away from mine as she righted herself.

I looked at her as she tried to dust herself off, muttering about how rude some people were. I just laughed, "You haven't changed a bit since high school."

"Excuse me?" she asked.

I extended my hand again. "Alice Cullen... but you knew me as Alice-"

"Brandon?" she asked, her eyes going wide. She looked me up and down. "You still with the junkie?"

I scoffed and shook my head. "Married him actually." I held my hand up to show her. "And he's not a junkie. He's a recovering addict, husband and a damn good father. Better then yours, I'd imagine."

Her eyes narrowed at me. "So, what, you knock me down to rub it in that you have the perfect family?"

"No, I knocked you down 'cause I wasn't looking where I was going. Purely accidental. Had I known I was going to be running into you, quiet literally, I would have used the other side of the street."

"You're still a cunt, you know that?"

I just shook my head at her. "And you're still sad." I left her with that to ponder. If I had learned anything with my experiences in life, it was that people like her lived to see others fall and stoop to their level.

I wasn't that girl anymore.

I pulled my phone out of my scrub pocket and dialed Jasper's number.

"Hey, kitten, I was just gonna call you," he greeted me.

I smiled at the sound of his voice and the sound of our son laughing in the background. "I love you, Jasper. Always."