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If Wynter Moriarty could commit murder and get away with it, she would. She had a long list. Well, it was only two people. First would be her old roommate, Sasha, who decided to be smart enough and get into some fancy honor's society that required her to live on their designated floor for the new semester, therefore abandoning her even though they had been roommates since Freshman year. Second, it would be her current roommate, Alisha Donovan, because it became very clear within a week just two months ago at the start of the semester that they would not get along. Maybe it was the partying, maybe it was just their personalities, which Wynter didn't understand because she usually thought she was capable of getting along with anyone. At least, that's what she thought.
But that was not the case with Alisha, and whoever in the Student Life Campus Office who thought that they would be compatible must have been on crack. The young woman felt like she was at her wits end now with her roommate, the girl was a total pint size terror that she didn't want to deal with for much longer. Wynter hadn't even given her permission to call her 'Wynnie', that was just how much she felt like she was at odds with this girl. Maybe there was something soft and sensitive beneath all of that hard partying, cold, grumpy girl exterior. After all, Alisha had friends, not the kind of friends that Wynter would want to hang out with, but she had friends nonetheless. So clearly, Alisha had some mutual feelings about Wynter and that she was not worthy enough to crack that shell. At rate, it would probably only take one more confrontation over anything that would cause Wynter to march down to Student Life managers and demand a new roommate.
Her thoughts had been consuming her for her whole walk back from work at the Gym, where people had been absolute terrors there at well, that Wynter was almost startled to find herself standing outside of her very door. Auto-pilot had been strong today. For a moment, the young woman just stared at the door knob, hazel eyes afixed like it might attack her. Then, she leaned in, pressing her ear up against the door. The room sounded dead quite, no sound to be heard of voices or other extra-circular activities. Leaning back now, Wynter took a deep breath, placed her key in the lock, and turned to unlock it. Still no sounds, so she exhaled, and then took another deep breath, and turned the knob, opened the door, and stepped inside. Bracing for anything.
Alisha had worked hard on not having a roommate, which had really been ruined with the arrival of Wynnie. She didn't have money to burn to bribe campus, but she'd been unpleasant enough to previous attempts that the uni had given up trying and accepted the fate - a double dorm room for one woman. Apparently not. She was less than impressed by the girl, and was doing her damned best to get rid of her - without having to stretch her mind too hard. Wynnie was making it difficult, hanging on in there by tooth and nail. She could almost admire her perseverance if it wasn't so damn inconvenient. There was no real reason for her not wanting a roommate other than just not wanting a roommate. Was she spoilt as shit? Absolutely. But she'd come from nothing, and she'd clawed her own way to get where she was, she intended to get the best for herself, be it by being a bitch or not. And it was going to be by being a bitch.
She'd been busy whilst her roommate was out. See, this was exact the kind of thing she didn't have time for - at least if there was no roomie, she wouldn't have to spend so much time and energy into having to get rid of her. Didn't they understand? If she had ordinary friends, Alisha would have been easier to get rid of if Wynnie wanted. Alcohol, and recreational drugs, let alone the parties her and her friends organised, and the amount of guys Alisha had over - well, before Tripp, the boyfriend was now a permanent fixture. Alas, when your best friend was Queen Bee of the school with a special gold credit card and a daddy that sponsored the school, good luck. It was your typical Mean Girls movie, and Alisha did thrive in that environment.
Whilst she had wanted to be wasting her time on home work, instead, she had spent her time doing something much more productive. By the time her roommate returned, she was just finishing off in the shower, having decided to clean up after her tough and busy day. She gave her a smile, as if that wasn't suspicious enough, when she returned to the room to see her in there, and she headed straight over to her neat and tidy side. "Oh, Wynnie. As you hadn't done it yet and you didn't seem to have any intention of it, I took the liberty of moving you out." And it had taken work, but she really had. All of her clothes, everything in the cupboards...gone....
It would appear that there would be no rest for her after a long day, since her roommate was in the room. She tried her hardest to keep a neutral face and stuffed down any dramatic sigh that wanted to escape her. The young woman did notice something odd though, Alisha was smiling at her. Either she just entered an alternate universe somehow where they were friends or something absolutely was up. She was willing to hedge against the latter, since alternate universes only existed in fiction, "Oh, Wynnie. As you hadn't done it yet and you didn't seem to have any intention of it, I took the liberty of moving you out." At first, Wynter only heard her nickname in that sentence, which she was going to round on Alisha to remind her that she had lost the privilege of using Wynter's nickname with her a long time ago.
But before she could do that, the rest of Alisha's words began to process through her brain now, and the full impact of what she said became just THAT apparent. Hazel eyes took a quick glance to her side of the room only to find it absolutely barren. The young woman cared not about the fact that her school things were missing, her purses, shoes even, regular clothes. BUT the absence of her custom made Charles Owen helmet with the limited edition sparkle blaze was missing. And that did have an effect. It took a mere miliseconds before Wynter found herself rounding on her roommate now, or should we say, ex-roommate, "What the actual fuck, Alisha?!" Wynter had gritted through so much with this girl via tooth and nail, and this was the thanks she got? The girl couldn't even wait to get rid of her until the end of the semester, "Where is my stuff? And don't you dare fucking tell me that your BFF Shiloh has it." She had some choice words about the blonde Queen Bee also, but that was besides the point.
This was the bit she loved most about fucking with people. When they started to realise that something wasn't quite right and they had that odd look in their eyes; a little confused and concerned and then that sudden rush as they got the joke or whatever it was she'd done. The lightbulb moment really she supposed. To her it was entertainment at it's finest. Harsh most likely and cruel but Alisha didn't care. The world was unfair she was just dishing out her share of it so that people didn't forget it, right? Or the fact that she was top dog - or one of them anyway. She had no qualms about being Shiloh. The top of that chain. She didn't care for being a queen but being popular for her was what she enjoyed, and she had plenty of that in Shiloh's Court. She waited for the rest of the bomb to drop on her dear friend a Winnie as the girl seemed to withhold some kind of frustration. Alisha held her tongue for it, this was too good and she could reprimand her for the attitude another time.
Ah, there it was. The glance around the room as she finally twigged. "Took you long enough, not very bright are you there Winnie." She stayed put as the girls anger response finally kicked in. Damn she must have been having a slow day. "What the actual fuck, Alisha?!" she smiled again, innocently...or as innocently as Alisha could be..at the girl and looked at her nails as if inspecting them. "I've helped you move out. I can only assume the reason you hadn't done yet was the lack of friends to help you so consider it a favour owed." oh she was going to hate that. Owing Alisha a favour for this? Her smile became a smirk. "Where is my stuff? And don't you dare fucking tell me that your BFF Shiloh has it." Alisha gave a sigh and then a shrug as she kept looking at her nails. "How should I know? I didn't move it."
Even though at this moment Wynnie could not see her roommate's face, since she was still taking in the shock of her missing stuff, she knew that Alisha Donovan was compeltely enjoying herself. This was the sort of shit that the girl thrived off of when it wasn't hard partying or her boyfriend Tripp. The young woman never understood why the popular crowd was always the entitled mean girls, since it was the same in America. Maybe it was just the status quo, "Took you long enough, not very bright are you there Winnie." She did her best to not grind her teeth at that remark and of course, as she dropped her explitived demand and turned on Alisha, the girl was just sitting there inspecting her nails as if this whole ordeal was perfectly fine, "I've helped you move out. I can only assume the reason you hadn't done yet was the lack of friends to help you so consider it a favour owed."
So, that was what this was about, "I wasn't even scheduled to move out, that's why none of my friends helped me." She snapped back, "Are you really that pissed that you couldn't drive me out on your own accord that you had to get your lackeys to do it for you?" Actually, that was a stupid question, because otherwise she wouldn't be in this situation. Alisha had made it quite clear from day one that she had not requested a roommate and wanted this double dorm all to herself, clearly, some new person in Dorm Life had not gotten that memo. And now Wynnie was suffering for it. Well, the young woman thought she had been suffering for a while but her ability to ignore a lot of things got her through each day and the fact that she was always so busy between riding, school, and the team, she barely was around in the first place. Maybe that was her mistake though, since her stuff was missing. Speaking of her stuff, the other young woman's next response was just as aggravating, "How should I know? I didn't move it." Wynnie rolled her eyes at that line and even dramatically threw up her hands in annoyance, "OH! Well thats fucking convenient, you helped me move my stuff but you don't know where it actually went?" This had her crew of friends written all over it, if Theia had been involved also, she wondered if this would effect her spot on the Equestrian Team, "Should I just go report to the school that my fucking wonderful bitch of a roommate just let my stuff waltz right out of this dorm to some unknown area?"
She glanced up briefly, it was far too tempting to ignore the look on her roommate's face, as much as she enjoyed ignoring her. Realistically, she was well aware that the girl hadn't asked to be placed with Alisha - nobody in their right mind would - and some would go as far to tell Lis she should request and pay for a private room if it was such a big ass deal. The thing was, Lis couldn't afford that. She didn't have a rich mummy and daddy funding her every wrong move, she only had herself, and because of that she was also very good at fighting her corner and getting what she wanted. When you had to scrape your way through life, you did everything you could to get what you needed, and she'd been blessed with good looks and a decent body that helped her achieve those things. Winnie was just collateral, but Alisha had no doubt the girl would piss off and get over it at some point; and if not, just another small fish she could nibble at to annoy when she was bored.
"I wasn't even scheduled to move out, that's why none of my friends helped me." Lis gave an amused snort and pressed her lips together as if to avoid laughter. "Are you really that pissed that you couldn't drive me out on your own accord that you had to get your lackeys to do it for you?" A small sigh as she peered up at the girl again, dropping a hand to her lap, resting her weight back in the other hand. "I did start to worry you weren't getting the hint that this isn't the place for you," She said with a small shrug, "I just figured you had no friends to help you." She'd made no effort to get to know the girl, or who she'd chosen as mates, other than she was not one of Shiloh's crew and therefore was insignificant to Lis and was no worth getting to know. Yeah, she was that much of a bitch - and proud of it too.
Alisha briefly wondered if Winnie might leap across and get physical. She didn't seem the type, but Alisha was not one to underestimate someone; you just didn't, when you grew up as she had. The eye roll made her chuckle, and she settled in for the next part of the fun, ready for the temper tantrum and foot stomping to begin. The throwing of her hands was quite funny and Alisha let out another snort of laughter. "OH! Well thats fucking convenient, you helped me move my stuff but you don't know where it actually went?" She gave another casual shrug, "Nope, no clue. Some guys came in and just started carting it out. You don't think I'd risk breaking a nail or a sweat - especially for you, do you?" She raised an eyebrow at that, looking pointedly at her perfect nails once again. "Should I just go report to the school that my fucking wonderful bitch of a roommate just let my stuff waltz right out of this dorm to some unknown area?" Ooo a threat, now things were getting interesting. Lisa leant forward, staring at the girl. "You go right ahead and do that, see where that gets you." She warned.
Hazel eyes just watched as her roommate - no, ex roommate, just sighed and leaned back a little on her bed. Wynter was absolutely positive that the girl practiced that pose just to perfect the epic snobbery and power behind it, "I did start to worry you weren't getting the hint that this isn't the place for you, I just figured you had no friends to help you." Now it actually felt like it was her turn to sigh at the explanation given to her or just blow up like a volcano. Unfortunately, blowing up wouldn't do her any good and it would just feed into what Alisha wanted - making her miserable. It was a delicate balance, one that Wynter had never been good at, "It's not my fault that the new head of student life didn't feel like taking your stupid bribery to turn a two person room into a single suite for the school year. And I certainly didn't need your fucking help with moving out."
Probably the wrong thing to say, since the other young woman was determined to make the point that Wynter should have moved out a long fucking time ago. Truth was, she probably should have, but she was fucking stubborn as hell and she had been determined to not let some fucking bitch drive her out just because they wanted everything to herself. Like always though, it has become clear to the young woman that her sheer bullheadedness has gotten her in trouble once again, and Alisha was proven to be just as stubborn. Wynter could feel her blood boil as she just casually shrugged, "Nope, no clue. Some guys came in and just started carting it out. You don't think I'd risk breaking a nail or a sweat - especially for you, do you?" She did nothing more than scowl. No clue? Yeah, right, "Why do I feel like I need to pay a visit to Tripp and Dei?" Because what other boys in this school would just do whatever Alisha Donovon told them? The threat didn't go unnoticed though and she watched how the other girl leaned forward now, clearly interested and countering with her own threat, "Oh yeah? What are you going to Alisha? You don't even know me."
She pretended not to notice the girl's moment of consideration, but she couldn't help being disappointed that Wynter didn't immediately blow up. She'd been hoping for some tears, maybe a little rage. This was much less dramatic and somewhat below par. Perhaps it would be a slow burner. "It's not my fault that the new head of student life didn't feel like taking your stupid bribery to turn a two person room into a single suite for the school year. And I certainly didn't need your fucking help with moving out." Oop, a little swear that time. Alisha's lips curled upwards in a sick triumph. She just loved fucking with people. It was unfortunate for Wynter she had to be one of them, but she should have fought harder to fix that whilst she'd had the chance. "Well, you could have fooled me." She turned her nose up pretentiously, ignoring the comment of the bribe. There had been one, though not with her money naturally - or lack thereof. It usually stuck well but it clearly hadn't on this occasion. That was another matter entirely that Shiloh had in hand to deal with.
Alisha arched a brow at the snort, daring her to comment. And so Wynter kindly obliged. "Why do I feel like I need to pay a visit to Tripp and Dei?" A roll of her eyes at that. "You may visit them all you like, but I don't think there'd appreciate it." She smirked and made a show of looking the girl up and down. "They don't do homeless." She couldn't help the laugh at her own joke, and it went unsaid that her boyfriend wouldn't so much as look at another girl without Alisha approving it. Dei was his own man, but he still had standards - and her roommate did not meet the minimum. "Oh yeah? What are you going to Alisha? You don't even know me." The challenge was clear and Alisha's expression chilled, meeting her stare head on with an icy one of her own. "Surely you are not stupid enough to believe that's true." She commented, a further warning. "To think I would allow some random stranger to share my room, and not know every thing about them." She raised a brow and looked back to her nails. "I don't care for you. Don't get your hopes up, dear fool. But we know everything about everyone in this place. For good reason." She gave a languid shrug. "We could ruin your life in a minute, and return to our beds for a restful night's sleep without concern. Don't you forget that."
"Well, you could have fooled me," the other woman commented now, her lips curling up with such evil triumph, Wynnie thought that Alisha could rival the Grinch for the smug look. This wasn't going well for her. Her stuff was gone, she was effectively terminated out of her dorm room and homeless, and Alisha wasn't budging. The more that the young woman bitched, moaned, and swore, Alisha's heart seemed to grow three times larger for the joy of spite. Something had to give and Wynnie had an ugly feeling that it was going to be her. Every second going by without an answer was really starting to make her blood boil and it didn't help that Alisha was being coy and calling her stupid all at the same time. She did not come to Hickstead University to be pushed around by a bitch like Alisha Donovon and maybe she was going down - but if she was, it would be out with an ugly bang.
She thought she'd be given some sort of clue when it came to the boys, Wynnie was convinced that they had her stuff or at least had helped her roommate move it out. After all, she can't imagine doing any dirty work - that's what boyfriends and fucking minions were for. "You may visit them all you like, but I don't think there'd appreciate it. They don't do homeless." And just like that, Alisha even laughed at her own fucking joke. The young woman rolled her hazel eyes, and it was so dramatic, she was shocked that she hadn't fallen over by how much she rolled them, "Yeah, well I don't do whipped boys so the feeling's mutual." Too bad they hadn't been around to hear that burn, but Wynnie knew it was best that this spat went down in private verses having the whole school out there to see.
It was weird to see Alisha's gaze chill over at her threat. Truth be told, Wynnie hardly thought that anything she had spouted off with would cause such a look from the oh great and powerful woman across from her - but she had stood corrected. Impaitently, the young woman listened to Alisha, feeling like this was starting to drag on. Why was it so hard to jus tell her where her stuff was? Wasn't the stupid prank - it was gone, so now she was suppose to give it up? But that would be so simple and that sort of logic didn't apply to Alisha or Shiloh or any of those 'inner circle' kids. They liked to watch people squirm and bend to their will. A deep, heavy sigh escaped Wynnie now, "Is that all you have? The same fucking threat about ruining my life just spelled out in different ways? Like, I get it Alisha. You're powerful and have friends and can end up my life. But the reality of this whole situation is that you still haven't told me where my stuff is. Which quite frankly, is annoying."
That bullheadedness of hers was starting to get the best of her. She knew it, Alisha knew it. And all what they were doing was preening around empty threats. It was time to take action. To Wynnie's credit, she didn't launch across the room to deck the girl - she knew better than that and quite frankly, while Wynnie was certain she had strength on her side, she didn't like the looks of Alisha's nails nor trust her to not do anything dirty. So instead, she waltzed into Alisha's domain and moved to a particular book shelf with fancy little baubles displayed. Wynnie was certain that a majority of these had been given by Tripp, so it can't be that big of a deal. Her hand reached up, fingers lightly resting on the top of the finger before Wynnie looked back towards Alisha, "Tell me where my stuff is and I won't start making your stuff disappear in front of your eyes."
She watched the young woman for a moment, her expression remaining the same; victorious and triumphant. She just could not help herself, it was too much fun to play these games. Maybe if she'd had a different life she could have been a nice girl, she had the capacity - given that she had friends and all that, and she had a boyfriend who she loved, but she hadn't grown up in a cookie cutter environment, she hadn't been born into that apple pie slice of life with the perfect mum and dad and baby sibling. This was what the world had made her, and in all honesty she wouldn't change it - the world was cruel and mean, and you couldn't be nice if you wanted to make it anywhere. She liked having bite, and being able to look after herself, to defend herself, and she enjoyed making people squirm.
"Yeah, well I don't do whipped boys so the feeling's mutual." Alisha chuckled at that and gave a languid shrug. "They don't do whipped, but I'm sure they'd love to hear your theory." She smirked at that, knowing exactly the kind of response that Dei and Tripp would both give her; and it sure as shit wouldn't be pleasant. Some might see it has whipped perhaps, or under the thumb, but Alisha and her friends were close as shit, and always had each others backs - even if they were wrong. They might tell each other they were wrong, but they'd still stand at their sides and fight the opposition. In it together, for the long haul, no matter what. That was why they did shit for each other - because they were each other's family. "Is that all you have? The same fucking threat about ruining my life just spelled out in different ways? Like, I get it Alisha. You're powerful and have friends and can end up my life. But the reality of this whole situation is that you still haven't told me where my stuff is. Which quite frankly, is annoying."
Alisha snorted again and rolled her eyes, but her smile widened significantly, she gave a dramatic sigh and then another shrug, enjoying winding her up far too much. The more that Wynnie reacted, the more Lis got what she wanted. "It seems you need more than just a reminder then..." She mused, wondering if it was time to put into plan some of what she could do to the young woman. "I've told you, I have no idea." Let Wynnie got and find her shit herself, she was giving her nothing. She watched the girl walk across the room, wondering if she was going to try and start a proper fight or something equally ridiculous. Bring it, Alisha knew how to fight dirty - she'd been in that low of a situation before. Her eyes narrowed however, as she zoned in on where her roommate was heading. She remained relaxed on the outside, even as her insides froze. She had several trinkets from friends and from Tripp, and she prized them, and she loved them - but there was one thing on that shelf that meant to most, one thing that she couldn't stand to see broken. "Tell me where my stuff is and I won't start making your stuff disappear in front of your eyes." Her eyes iced but she made no move, to show too much emotion would make it obvious. "You do anything of the sort, and I'll start removing your apendages..."
"They don't do whipped, but I'm sure they'd love to hear your theory." Wynnie wasn't falling for that comment, it was another invite to lead her down some rabbit hole for an insult and the young woman wasn't having it. Besides, it didn't surprise her that Alisha of all people was in denial to how their relationship looked like to the outside eye and naturally, it didn't surprise her that her ex roommate didn't care about any of the notions either. There was nothing to care about - she was a top dog and had her place in the Uni's society, that's why she took joy out of ruining other peoples lives and causing them to become borderline insane.
Like now, when Alisha kept on insisting that she did not know where Wynnie's stuff was, when the young woman was certain that was a load of horseshit. This blatant denial that the other woman kept on playing at was seriously going to send her off to the funny farm. So it was time to make her move. No more nice Wynnie Moritary. She had to be Wynter - ice cold and ruthless. If Alisha wanted her to be brash and stupid, so be it, she didn't give a fuck anymore. There was nothing to loose, and if she wanted to throw a slap or a punch or whatever, then fine, Wynnie would take the hit because even if you provoke someone, the first hit was still the first hit in the eyes of the adult. So she leveled her threat and watched.
While the other girl didn't take the bait in snark or cowardice, hazel eyes still caught the ice over in the other girl's dark brown eyes, "You do anything of the sort, and I'll start removing your apendages..." Wynnie just stared at her and without missing a beat, responded, "Sorry Alisha. That was the wrong fucking answer." And just like that, she flicked her fingers against the first little trinket and it flew off the shelf, and hit the floor. There was no going back now. Her fate was sealed and Wynnie was certain that she just skyrocketted up to Public Enemy No. 1 because of sheer stupidity. But the young woman had enough, two and a half fucking months of this shit broke her and she was ready for war. There was nothing that Alisha could say that would remotely make her feel guilty since this whole shelf just belonged to Tripp, right?
Alisha wasn't overly a fan of the look Wynnie responded with and her eyes narrowed slightly. But she refrained. It would be easy, really, to completely ruin a life. They'd done it before, once or twice, when shit got really bad, but the crew had to get a real shove for that drastic an action. To ruin a life was abm big deal, and they had morals. To a point. Still, the thread was usually enough. Thing was it just took a few well placed lies, a little bit of evidence and wham. Job done. Still ...as tempting as it was to prove a point.... Alisha gave Wynnie a hard look but then shrugged it off. Not worth the effort. At least, not right now.
Alisha met her gaze with a cool one of her own. She wasn't about to lose a stare down to this piece of trash. Who did Wynnie think she was talking to? Fucking Whinnie the Pooh? "Sorry Alisha. That was the wrong fucking answer." Her eyes narrowed for a moment, waiting to see what the girl meant, until she flicked the figurine. It was automatic, the finch. Not because she was scared, or because she thought it was aimed at her, but because that damn stupid little ornament meant more to her than the entire contents of her room. For a moment, everything went still, like the air was sucked from the room as Alisha stared at the pieces of the only thing left of her mother. A range of emotions went through her, all thoughts of her little game broke into the same smithereens as her figurine.
"You fucking bitch." It was the kind of thing you'd have expected her to shout. But she didn't, it came out low, as cold as an Artic frost. She stood slowly, deliberately, crossing the room, her eyes still on the pieces until she was a few paces from Wynnie. Only then did she tear her eyes away. The cold of her glare could have frozen a sun. And for a moment, just a moment, her right hand curled into a fist. Her jaw clenched, her shoulders tensed, and as she stared at the girl, she felt for a second that she was ready to kill her. That she was about to absolutely deck her. How easy it would be to pick up a piece and slam the shard into her windpipe.
But instead she crouched down, swallowing hard against the emotions that threatened, turning her head away from Wynnie as she oh so carefully collected each treasured piece and held them in a cupped hand. No matter the sharpness of the edges. "You have no idea what you've done." and she really didn't. Anything else in the room, she would have tortured her for out of principle but it didn't really matter. Now? Now though it was damn fucking personal. She would pay for this. She would never live this down. Wynnie was going to regret the day she ever even walked into this university for what she had done.
There was a moment, in the stillness of the air, before Wynnie pushed that figurine and in the freefall til it hit the floor, did the young woman think she saw something in Alisha Donovan that she had not expected to see: fear. But it wasn't fear of Wynnie, she knew that much, but fear of this little trinket breaking. The sound of the shatter felt like the loudest thing in the world, like an explosion, before the world went silent. Moments passed and then her roommate, no, ex-roommate, uttered no surprising words: "You fucking bitch." Hazel eyes rolled, she had heard those words so many times over these past two months that they didn't cut any more. What was surprising was seeing the other young woman storm to her now.
If Alisha had wanted Wynnie to quake in fear, it wasn't about to happen. The American just stood there stubbornly as ever, her gaze narrowing as the other girl stopped inches from her, waiting to come down on her like some wild boar. There was a moment, in the back of Wynnie's mind, that made her wonder if this was the end and she was going to end up in the hospital with a piece of glass poking out of her neck or sternum. If that was the case, the young woman vowed to herself that she would be going down swinging, because all of this was two months of pented up rage now and she was utterly done with it. Before she could open her mouth to declare as such, and then, the strangest of things happened. Alisha turned from her, crouching down and practically cuddling the broken pieces, "You have no idea what you've done."
Hazel eyes pratically gawked at her, okay, now she was being utterly dramatic. Although something didn't entirely seem quite right. She hardly cared for the threat since Wynnie knew that the second her stuff had been moved, this day wasn't going to end in her favor. And she accepted that, and likely would be spending the rest of her time at Hickstead University looking over her shoulder, but...over a trinket? She was utterly confused, and in that moment, even with the venom and the threats being spewed at her, this might have been the first time that Wynnie didn't see Alisha Donovan as a terrorizing monster, but as a human, "Tripp can just get you a new one," she replied back stubbornly, ignoring the death threats. Although she was beginning to realize that perhaps this wasn't something that Tripp had gotten her roommate, and it meant something far more precious to Alisha, and perhaps showed, that like the Grinch, Alisha also had a heart, "Or...was he not the one who gave that to you?"
Truth be told, Wynnie Moritary didn't know a lot about Alisha Donovan. It became clear from day 1 that neither one of them were going to get to know each other. Perhaps though, she was about to get a small crash course in why she was a dead girl walking now.
She did not enjoy having to bend down in front of Wynnie to collect the shattered figurine, but she had no choice. She could have left it there, could have shown no emotion and let Wynnie slowly wither as she realised that her temper tantrum had had no effect on her ex-roomie. Could have waited until Wynnie left until she collapsed to her knees and gathered the pieces, at least then a little tear wouldn't cost her reputation. Instead, her sentimentality, her emotions had grabbed hold of her for a moment and thrown her down to the floor to collect them now. At least she still had presence of mind to hold back the tears, there was no way she was letting Wynnie see that shit.
"Tripp can just get you a new one, or...was he not the one who gave that to you?" Alisha finished collecting the pieces, feeling small pricks and slices as the sharp edges jostled in her cupped hands and caught her skin. "Oh the penny finally dropped, did it." Alisha's voice still cold as the ice around her heart as she stood. "Should have known it would take a while, we both know you're not the sharpest tool in the box." The insults were automatic, firing out of her mouth as her temper impossibly rose. That heavy feeling of dread for the breaking of her ornament bringing the fires of her anger to ridiculous levels.
Alisha walked over to her desk, carefully laying the broken sharks on the wooden top with a hopeless gaze. There was no hope of fixing that, there were too many tiny pieces and some of it must have turned to dust in the carpet that she could never get back. "It was a gift from my mother," She explained, no question in her mind as to why she was bothering to tell this girl. "The only present she ever gave me." Which seemed insane given how long she had been with her parents until their untimely death. "And before you amend your sentence, no, she can't just get me a new one, she's dead." The words were blunt, hiding the hurt it was just to say those words. Even after all these years.
Wynnie wasn't really surprised when the other young woman let loose another insult, and while it was tempting to snap right back at her - for once, Wynnie was willing to let Alisha Donovan talk without being interrupted. Hazel eyes watched her while she collected the pieces up, and while it was tempting to help her out after being a jerk about breaking something, she didn't trust Alisha with sharp objects. Certainly not while her tempter was rising, but Wynnie had never been one to be afraid of anybody's temper. It's probably what mad her stupid in people's eyes - her ex-roommate's included. It took everything in her body to not roll her eyes at the tool comment, "Clearly, I'm the spoon in the knife drawer."
At least there was some distance between the two of them now, Wynnie back to her side of the room and Alisha at her desk. Those amber eyes were still staring at the mess on her desk, and the young woman couldn't help but to wonder who gave her such a trinket if not Tripp. Honestly, it looked like boyfriend material to her. While Tripp Callahan was just dick as the rest of that crew, she had heard him talk sweet to Alisha and proved that there was a softy under that exterior of his - which blew her fucking mind. Guess the Clique Squad was weird like that. Speaking of having her mind blown though, Alisha shared her own story: "It was a gift from my mother. The only present she ever gave me. And before you amend your sentence, no, she can't just get me a new one, she's dead." Well - fuck.
Wynnie wasn't really certain on what to say at first, mainly because, there was nothing she could say that would make this situation better. She would have to settle for good and simple enough, "I'm sorry, Alisha," she replied now, hazel eyes staring at her, "Had I known it was your mom's, I wouldn't have done that." Her voice had zero bite, there wasn't any usual sass or anger with it that usually carried to the other young woman. Wynnie truthfully met those words, whether or not Alisha Donovan would believe her is an entirely different story.
