"One day people will see you for the bitch you are, and you'll lose anything you've ever claimed you 'gained, deserved, or belonged to you.' One day you will be ruined Jessica Mc-henry!"

And she was right.

It didn't take long for parents, and authorities to catch on when Anaya Davyn tried to commit suicide. All before she moved away.

I was blamed.

I drove a girl to suicide, and if she did succeed, I would have been charged.

No- it didn't end there, my boyfriend broke up with me when he found out I was sleeping with others. (Amazing how he didn't figure it out sooner. Andrew Peirce is an idiot.) My friends turned against me, doing what I have been doing to Anaya all those years.

They actually picked up their grades, got into college and got married- Never thought they had it in them.

I barely graduated high school, and my parents disowned me after they found out I was pregnant, which I lost from going overboard with the alcohol. With my parents disowning me I didn't get the money and savings I needed and never got to go to college. Not like I would have made it with my grades anyway.

All in all, I lost everything, and my life fell apart.

All because of her.... And my stupid jealousy.

Now I'm sitting in front of the very girl who ended me. The tables have turned and instead of her begging desperately to me, it's me begging desperately to her. Except, it's a way worst outcome for me then it was for her.

"Please if I don't get a job soon, I'll get kicked out of my apartment!"

....Were my exact words as she stared down at me. I could see she grew hardened from all experiences, and worked hard to become the woman she is today.

I could see her reluctance to accept my plea. I was ready to walk out the door, dejected and defeated when she called my name.

"You're hired."

I blinked once, twice. "W-what?"

She smirked at me. "You're hired, however not for the job you applied for. You don't have enough experience for that." Her comment cut through me like steel, but I deserved it. "I did just hear you say you need a job, however. Are you up to doing any job I assign you to?"

I hesitated but nodded. I need this, and that was all she needed.

"Well-"She slammed the folder containing my resume. "You start tomorrow."

It took a full year of some of the most horrible, and low paying jobs I lived off. She got bored and didn't even bother anymore, making it worse than her paying negative attention bullying me time to time.

It was then, after another year, I steeled myself and knew what I had to do. This was what she wanted, well I'm not going to let her win, not like she let me years ago.

I worked hard, saved money, went to college and finally got the degree I needed to get a real job and finally quit.

Now... That's a day I'll never forget.

I slammed my papers on her desk making her look from at her paperwork looking from me to them wearily. "What's this?"

I smirked feeling victorious, the same smirk she wore every time when I was assigned to the lower and some of the nastiest jobs. But it taught me something.

"My resignation letter."

She tilted her head in surprise. "You finally got yourself together huh? Didn't expect that from you." She brought the paper towards her reading it before signing what needed to be signed.

My breath hitched in shock. I expected another reaction from her. Anger, maybe from the underdog rising, breaking from her grip.

It's how I felt when she left leaving my life in chaos.

"What's wrong?" Her eyes peered at mines.

"I just expected you to react differently, isn't that what you wanted after all? Payback for everything I've done over the years. Me desperate, groveling at your feet, taking any bone you throw at me." She smirked at that leaning close.

"I enjoyed it for some time before I resolved, I can't enjoy it for so long like you did with me. 'I wouldn't be like her' was what I told myself. 'But I won't change a thing.'' I stared at her blankly. "And now I don't doubt, it will be the same for you."

I nodded mutely as she signed the final line before sliding it towards me. I went to take it but was stopped by her grip.

"You know all of this could have been different right?" She smiled, "I could have been your best friend." She leaned back. "But I guess I still taught you something a good friend should. You don't get everything you want in life handed to you on a silver platter."

I stared into her eyes. "You learned that way earlier than me, didn't you?" For once she let me see what she felt.

"Yes." Her famous poker face came on. "Now get out of my building and don't come back." She said harshly as I walked out with a smile.

"Yes, we could have been best friends."