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Kaitlin, being the rude bitch she’d always been, turned her body completely towards Elaine’s husband to address him and give him back his wallet. She praised Ingrid and stated she would be off to find their old classmate Mike before heading out the gym doors and disappearing from sight, leaving Lanie seething on the spot. To make matters worse, Roddy had said his good-bye to Kaitlin using the words ‘see you around’. Well, not on Lanie’s watch he wasn’t.

The blonde woman kept quiet on their way from the gym to the parking lot, but the moment they were in the privacy of Roddy’s car she exploded. If looks could kill, her blue eyes would have been the death of him. [color=darkturquoise]“‘See you later’? What the hell does mean, ‘see you later’? You won’t be seeing that bitch for as long as I fucking live, do you hear me, Roddy Callahan?! I so much as [i]hear[/i] that you’ve been in contact with her, you can be sure that the next time you hear from me will be a lawyer letting you know I’ve filed for divorce. I hope I made myself clear.”[/color]

Even with the threat of divorce hanging in the air, Roddy did not speak up, which only made Lanie’s anger grow. They were near his house now, and she was about to open up her mouth to say another few choice words to her husband when they both noticed a tall, well-dressed figure standing in the Callahan’s porch. The man was holding Ingrid in his arms, and from the smiles and laughs visible on the little girl’s face she was glad to see him. Roddy and Lanie both looked at each other with mirrored expressions of surprise before turning their eyes to the porch again.

Stunned, the younger Callahans exited the car, keeping their eyes on the man and their daughter. Roddy called out the man’s name questionably, as in disbelief that he was really there. The man confirmed his identity, and so did the girl he held.

[color=khaki]“Mommy look! It’s Uncle Francis!”[/color][hr]
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Elaine couldn’t believe what was happening. Here was her boyfriend, the one person who was supposed to be on her side unconditionally, dragging her by the arm to force her to face her arch enemy once again. You would think that Mordechai would know better than to drag Lanie into yet [i]another[/i] potentially violent situation, but the poor guy truly thought that things could simply be solved by talking it out. The time for talking was [i]way[/i] overdue. And frankly? Lanie was [i]done[/i] with talking.

Her bad feeling of the situation was proven to be valid when the minute she saw Lanie, Kaitlin went straight to insulting her calling her a ‘lap dog’ and then to shout out to the whole school that Decky had pulled a knife on her. If it hadn’t been for Decky still holding onto her wrist tightly, Lanie would have pounced. She wanted this ginger bitch to [i]shut the fuck up[/i]. 

Out of nowhere, Derek O’Leary’s voice boomed out about how Roddy Callahan -who had been standing quietly next to Kaitlin like a statue- wanted to cry. And in a suprising turn of events, Roddy pounced onto the bigger guy and began to beat him up like a beast having escaped from his cage.

Using Kaitlin’s -and their classmates’- momentary distraction to her advantage and Decky’s loosened grip on her arm, Lanie once again grabbed her nemesis by that red-headed mane of hers, this time making sure to grab both Kait’s arms and pin them behind her with the use of her free arm. The rest of the school was too focused on Roddy and Derek’s fight to pay attention to the two girls now.

[color=darkturquoise]“Let me tell you something, [i]slut[/i],”[/color] Lanie hissed, pulling Kaitlin by the hair so her ear could be close to Lanie’s lips and ignoring the girl’s attempts to 2. [color=darkturquoise]“Quit your shit, or the next time you come across a knife it won’t be Decky’s. I hope I make myself clear. The lap dog bites.”[/color]

And with that, Lanie pushed Kaitlin as far away from her as possible and disappeared into nothingness before Kait had a chance to react or Decky tried to follow her to give her another one of his hypocritical little speeches. She’d deal with him later.[hr]
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[b][i]“Aaaaaaaand CUT!”[/i][/b] The director’s booming voice yelled, marking the end of their scene. [b]“Great job, guys. I think this does it for today. How about you all get some time to rehearse for tomorrow and some rest, okay?” [/b]

Izabella nodded in the direction of the director just as Jude’s gorgeous English accent broke out when addressing her. At his praise- in which the blonde woman felt a hint of… Flirting?- Bella offered her compatriot a warm smile. [color=darkturquoise]“Thanks for that, darling,”[/color] she said gracefully, walking around the car towards the driver’s side of the car to close the distance between her and Jude. [color=darkturquoise]“I can’t ‘step down my game’ as the Americans would say, especially not when I’m back on set with my biggest competitior yet. Who knows, Jude? Maybe you’ll be the next Oscar winner in the Edenridge ranks.”[/color]