“Hey, babyyyyyyyy.” Cassidy flinched at the sound of her voice, immediately turning around to see a beast at her front door. Behind her stood Belladonna Tucker, looking as trashy as ever.
What a slut…
No, no. She couldn’t entertain such thoughts. Cassidy wasn’t the rude type. She was kind and sincere, always trying to find the good in people.
She’s still a slut…
“Troy’s upstairs,” Cassidy informed her, standing from her seat. She didn’t feel comfortable with her back to Belladonna; she would stab it in a second.
“Hi, Cassidy!” Belladonna was smiling from ear-to-ear, her voice as chipper as ever. Cassidy bit her tongue, the nice girl thinking only negative thoughts. “Mind if I go fetch him?”
“No, by all means, he’s all yours.”