Toy Bonnie POV
"Son of a bitch!"
I can't believe this shit. You think you know someone.
While we were playing damage control with pissed-off parents, she was snowing us with her bullshit lies about "having a lot on her plate." Yeah?! You have a lot on your plate, you dumb bitch?! Well, now we're all fucked and will probably never recover. I hope you're happy.
Cripes…all this drama is giving me a stiff neck. I sit down and rub it in exasperation. I'm seriously fucking mad, like, how can she be this stupid? How did she think this would turn out? Despite everything, I don't think she's been screwing us on purpose. But Scott…where is her logic?
She looked really miserable when we told her off, but I can hardly feel bad about it. Her own reckless actions bit her in the ass. You can't do that kind of shit in a kids' pizzeria and get away with it, if we were people she'd be fired on the spot. Ugh…I rest my head against the wall. This is too much for me to handle. The lies, the slacking off, only to find she swung that way the whole time. I can't even bring myself to be mad anymore. I'm just exhausted.
Do better, Chica…please. Do better.