A/N: Read this chapter and review. If you don't, I won't post the next chapter. HAHAHA! Yes, I'm doing it again, but this time I want...16 reviews! Mwhahaha
Sorry, my little greedy review power surge is over. But seriously guys, you have been lacking in the review department lately. And reviews make me feel better about my story! Plus, you'll want me to post the next few chapters cause they're the best yet! Ehh, I'm excited.
The next morning, after hers and Shane's encounter, Tess was feeling rather good about herself. Her and Nate had made up. Her and Shane had resolved their issues. And Mitchie? Well, she could deal with Mitchie later. Right now she needed to focus on taking down Alexis.
She strode through the lobby of her hotel, her head held high and her stride confident. She held an iced coffee from Gloria Jeans in her right hand, and her left she gripped two shopping bags.
"Good morning Miss Tyler," Stu, the doorman, tipped his hat to her. She smiled brightly at him, a welcomed change to her normal nasty comments on his outfit.
"It is a good morning, isn't it?" She replied happily, glancing out at the bright blue sky. The clouds had finally left New York, and the sun was shining brightly down at it's citizens. Tess continued walked and she began to hum an unfamiliar tune.
"Someone's in a good mood today." A boy lightly commented, brushing against his shoulder against Tess's. Tess smiled at him, a smile that lit up her whole face and reached her eyes.
"It's a good day." She replied, slowing her pace and turning to face him. He cocked his head to the side and raised his right brow.
"Is it?" She nodded happily, trying to suppress her smile at least a little. She didn't have to let on that she was that happy. "What'd you buy?" He asked next, reaching for one of her bags. He took the string of one of them and tried to peer in, but Tess yanked them away.
"Nate, don't look." She said.
"Is it for me?" He asked, suddenly very curious in the bags. He reached out to grab it again, and Tess took a few steps back.
"Maybe. Maybe not. I'm still not letting you look." Nate stuck his lower lip out in a pout. "Nope. Sorry. Weren't you going somewhere?" Nate sighed and began walking backwards toward the door.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going."
"Bye," Tess said playfully, waving at him. She bite her lower lip to keep from smiling so much, and walked over to the elevator. She yawned and tapped her foot against the floor waiting for the one to arrive. When it finally did, she and an elderly man got in. Tess pressed the button for floor 6. The man pressed the button for floor 9.
"Hold the elevator!" Someone shouted. Since she was in a good mood, Tess held out her foot to stop the doors from closing. That's when Mitchie's overly happy face appeared in the elevator. Tess's mood darken considerably.
"Oh," Was all Mitchie said, as she awkwardly walked into the crammed space. "Maybe I should get another one." She mumbled.
"Good idea." Was Tess's snarky reply. Mitchie glared at her. Just as she was about to walk out, the doors closed. Tess and Mitchie frowned at the same time. The three people stood in awkward silence for a few minutes.
"Did you really hear everything Shane and I said last night?" Tess barely nodded her head, but it was enough to make Mitchie feel a pang of guilt. "Sorry." She winced.
"No you're not. Gosh, I really wish people would stop saying that. If you were really sorry, you wouldn't have said that." Tess snapped. Mitchie lowered her eyes for a few seconds, before lifting her eyes again, this time angrily.
"I'm assuming you two know each other." The elderly man said, looking between the two teen girls.
"You're right. I'm not sorry. And I shouldn't be. Because, you're a bitch. You walk around here like you own the place, and you expect everyone to bow down to your feet." Tess was taken aback. No body talked to Tess Tyler that way. No body.
"That's not very nice." The man commented, though no one was quite sure what he meant, Mitchie calling Tess a bitch, or Tess acting like one.
"FYI, Mitchie, I do own this place. Well, my mother does, but she's never here, so it's basically mine. And where do you get off calling me a bitch? You're the one who went around all summer lying about who you were." Tess sneered.
"Oh, get over that! Everyone else has. And it wasn't like it was a huge lie. All I did was tell a few people my mom worked in a higher position then she actually did."
"Are you seriously defending what you did? You lied to an entire camp! You told them your mom worked at Hot Tunes China, when she really worked in the kitchen!" The old man gasped.
"You did?!" He asked, shocked.
"Well, if I hadn't lied, I wouldn't have made any friends. We wouldn't have been friends." Mitchie pointed out. Tess scoffed and the old man made a patronizing face at Mitchie.
"Nobody would've cared who your parents are." Mitchie laughed, unbelieving.
"Yeah right, Tess. If I hadn't told you my mom was famous, then you never would've talked to me. Face it, my lie was the whole reason we were friends." An uncomfortable silence settled over them.
"So I guess our whole friendship was a lie." Tess mumbled as the gold doors slid open. She grabbed her bags and hurried out of the elevator. Mitchie sighed and leaned her head against one of the walls.
"That was pretty harsh." The old man commented once more. Mitchie rolled her eyes at him but kept silent.
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"Shane!" Mitchie whined, turning away from Tess's door. "Please don't make me do this." Shane shook his head, his lips set in small frown.
"Mitchie, if we're going to live through this holiday, we need everyone to get along. That includes you and Miss Diva." Mitchie rolled her brown eyes. As much as she hated to admit it, Shane was right. The holiday's would be a lot more peaceful without the two girls fighting every minute. "Besides, the spirit of Christmas is all about forgiving." He urged pushing Mitchie towards the door. Mitchie took one last deep breath before entering the lion's den. Figuratively of course.
"Hello?" Answered a laughing Tess. Her happyness immediately fell away when saw Mitchie there. "What?" Her tone was chilly, and Mitchie sent one last pleading look in Shane's direction.
"I wanted to talk." She tried to sound hopeful and happy, but it came out a bit screechy. Tess stepped to the left to let Mitchie enter her room. Shane was about to follow when Tess held out her hand.
"Girl's only." She explained before shutting the door in his face. Shane sighed and leaned against of the wall facing Tess's door as he waited for them to finish. About five minutes later the door open to reveal a very angry Mitchie.
"Ugh, you're such a stuck up little priss. I don't even know why I came here! Come on, Shane." She yelled, stalking out of the room and starting off down the hallway without Shane.
"That's rich coming from an annoying little kitchen mouse." Tess yelled after her. After a short pause Tess also added, "And you aren't even that great of a singer!" Mitchie held up her left hand in a rather adult gesture. Shane winced as he ran after her.
That went well. He thought sarcastically.
A/N: Don't worry, Tess and Mitchie will reach some sort of . . . agreement in the next few chappies. But only if you review. As for the contest, I've only gotten three entries. Are those the only people who want to enter? Cause if they are, then I minds as well put all of them in the story. If you want to try in be in it, I need to see them people!
Peace.Love.Jonas