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"And then I just threw up all over her!" Alyssa said, stretching her legs out on the bed and grinning at Kayla, who was sat on the floor in the middle of Alyssa’s snow-white sheepskin rug. "I mean, it was totally gross but so funny at the same time."

It was the day after the cupcake incident, and after both of them had recovered from their bout of food poisoning and had ceased throwing up, they were spending the evening at Alyssa’s house for what she liked to call a ‘girls’ night in’ – although this consisted purely of lounging around Alyssa’s bedroom, gossiping and bitching about everyone they knew.

And naturally, the main topic of the evening was Courtney.

"That is like, genius," Kayla laughed, as the thought of her vomit-covered ex-friend entered her head.

"I know, right? I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before," Alyssa grinned. "You should’ve seen her face. I’m telling you – priceless. God, I wish there could’ve been a photographer there."

"That would be so funny," Kayla agreed. "So what did she do after you puked on her?"

"Uh... she was just being a drama queen, as per usual. Screaming and shit. But whatever, it was totally worth it. Even if she didn’t get in trouble for what she did, I don’t care."

"Oh my God, I can’t believe we were ever friends with her." Kayla rolled her eyes. "She’s such an attention whore."

"Tell me about it. And she’s still fixed on the idea of being with Carter, like, forever. Ha! I warned her that he’d be having sex with some blonde bimbo before she knew it, but she still wouldn’t believe me. Well, she’ll find out soon."

She rolled her eyes, curling her legs towards her and leaning over to remove her laptop from underneath her bed. She opened the lid, letting her fingers glide across the white keyboard as she typed in her password. "Now, let’s see what boring shit people have been up to," she said, as the Facebook homepage flashed onto the screen.

With a flick of her fingers on the touchpad, she was scrolling through dozens of uninteresting status updates, posed photos and meaningless messages thrown back and forth by various people she knew. "Does anyone actually post anything interesting on here?" she complained, as Kayla stood up from the floor and came to sit down next to her on the bed.

"Who is that?" Kayla asked, her finger hovering by a photo of a girl in the mirror.

It appeared on the screen quickly, displaying a rather large girl pouting in her bathroom mirror. "Oh my god," Alyssa said, after a few seconds of staring at the picture in disgust. "That is horrific." She screwed her face up until her nose wrinkled. "Oh my god, you can see the rolls of fat on her arms! Ew!"

"Eww," Kayla repeated, grimacing. "Isn’t that...?"

"Lauryn Myers," Alyssa finished. "Since when did she get fat? I mean, she’s never been skinny but... shit, I’ve never seen her like that before!" Her lips spread into a smile and she couldn’t stop a laugh escaping her lips. "Oh my god, someone get that girl a gym membership."

"Speaking of the gym, Alyssa, do you think I’m fat?" Kayla pouted, looking down at her stomach.

"No way, babe! Seriously, I’d tell you if you were. I'm not hanging out with a fat chick, and you know that." She grinned. "If you’re starting to look like Courtney, I’ll let you know." She broke into cackling laughter as she watched Kayla’s face brighten at the mention of an insult towards their former friend. "Anyway, I’m going to get a drink, you want one?"

"Yeah, okay." Kayla nodded in response as Alyssa jumped off the bed and slid her feet into her fluffy Ugg-style slippers. She padded towards the door and slipped out of the bedroom, making her way down the huge carpeted hallway in the direction of the staircase.

She had almost reached the banister when she stopped in her tracks, her ears pricking up at the sound of a high-pitched voice coming from behind one of the many doors dotted around the room.

Who could it be? Other than one of the housekeeping staff, who were usually extremely quiet and reserved, the only other option was Tiffani. And sure enough, as she edged silently closer to the door of Tiffani and her father's bedroom.

She had not been inside this room on many occasions, as her father usually spent most of his time staying away from home in various luxury hotels and villas in prime locations. It was the biggest room in the house, but she had not entered at all since Tiffani had taken up residence, although she could probably guess accurately what it looked like - the huge walk-in wardrobe littered with Tiffani's clothes and accessories, full to bursting. A dressing table spilling over with designer make-up and perfumes, and the king size canopied bed made up perfectly by Ruby.

It was not until her ear was completely pressed against the white door that she was able to hear Tiffani's voice clearly. Immediately it was apparent that Mr Taylor was not inside the room, as Tiffani's speech did not receive a response. Alyssa assumed that he was cooped up in his office or study, or somewhere else away from human interaction.

"Of course I’m not going to tell him!" Tiffani was saying, her voice high-pitched, as if surprised. "Do you think I’m crazy? He’d kill me if he found out!"

Alyssa pressed herself closer to the door, wishing she could hear the other end of the conversation. Tiffani had some secret? And who was she keeping it from?

There was a pause as the person on the other end of the line spoke. "What do you mean I won’t be able to keep it from him forever? Of course I will!"

With each word, Alyssa was growing even more curious to find out what Tiffani was talking about. She bit her lip, trying to be as silent as she could. One creak of the floorboards below her would be all it would take to alert Tiffani to open her door and catch her eavesdropping - and that was definitely not what she needed.

"I know the dates are different, but that doesn’t matter. I’ll just say it happened while we were in Hawaii. He’s not exactly going to argue with me, is he?" Tiffani’s voice was growing more irritated.

"As long as no one says anything, it’ll be fine!" she insisted. "You’re not going to say anything, and I’m pretty sure Damien won’t either. Not unless he wants to be murdered. So how else is Richard going to find out?"

What the fuck is she talking about? Alyssa frowned as her brain tried to process the information, but she still couldn’t think of any possible situations that tied up with what Tiffani was saying. Was Tiffani cheating on her father or something? But what was that she was saying about dates?

"I’m telling you, Tash, there is no way he’s going to find out that the baby isn’t his."

Alyssa couldn’t stop herself from gasping. She threw her hand over her mouth immediately to cover the sound, praying that it wasn’t audible from inside the room. Thankfully, there was no sign of suspicion shown in Tiffani’s voice as she continued talking to her friend.

So... Tiffani was pregnant, but the baby wasn’t her father’s?

Her lips curled into a smile as she thought of what would happen if her father found out. When her father found out. Well, of course she was going to tell him. This was the perfect opportunity to get rid of her once and for all. Without a doubt, Tiffani would be divorced before she was even aware of it. And then she wouldn’t have to deal with that annoying bitch for a second longer.

So who was this Damien Tiffani had slept with? He was probably some eighteen year old underwear model she had picked up at one of the many social events she attended. The thought of her sloping off with someone liked that made Alyssa want to vomit - but then so did the idea of Tiffani and her father in bed together. At least that would not be happening any more once her father found out about this.

As blissful thoughts of a Tiffani-free life rolled around in her head, she was suddenly shocked back to life when the door opened suddenly and she fell forward into the room, where she was greeted by the face of her stepmother, who had a look of fury plastered on her face thicker than her make-up.

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:O! Shocker! Hope you like it. PS I uploaded the first chapter of my NaNoWriMo story (and the second chapter will be uploaded tomorrow). It's called "Musically Gifted? Well, I Used to Play the Recorder..." :D If you get some time I'd really appreciate if you could check it out! It's so much better than this story.