Gabby says nothing, only looks over toward me. The woman is burning a hole into the left side of my face, and I’m fighting so hard not to laugh as I touch up my lipstick and then undo my hair, causing it to spill down over my shoulders.
When Gabby says nothing, that’s my cue to push harder.
“You did this to yourself you know,” I say.
Gabby turns to me, holding her arms. “Excuseme.”
Damn, her voice sounds so threatening. This is good.
“I said you did this to yourself,” I say a little louder, aware of the rudeness in my voice as I then turn to face Gabrielle.
“I know you hate me. But I didn't steal your husband. I didn't make him do anything. I didn't make him follow me to my apartment. I didn't make him kiss me and lift me up and bring me to my bedroom and fuck me. I didn’t make him kiss me at work or… cause his eyes to constantly stare at my boobs or my ass or my body. I didn't cause God to make my body look better than yours.”
The look of contempt on Gabby’s face is priceless right now. I love pissing her off. It can’t be helped. The smile just flows languidly across my face.
“Your man is responsible for all those things and you didn't do enough to keep him. So that's not my fault. That's your fault and it's his fault too. I'm not going to lie and say he's not a piece of shit. And you're probably wondering why do I want him. Well because I think I'm better fitted for him. You two only knew each other out of convenience. He told me the whole story,” I say, taking a deep dramatic breath. “Just because you grew up together as kids didn't mean you're supposed to be together as adults. Doesn't mean you're soulmates or whatever the hell it is you had in your head. Shit just happens. Trust me I get it.”
“Why the fuck are you talking to me,” Gabby asks. “You really want to start shit with me while we're locked here in the bathroom together bitch?”
“I'm not starting anything with you. Are you going to stand there and pretend like you didn't have things you wanted to say to me?” I ask.
Gabby blinks very slowly as she dons her own sinister smile. “Oh there's a lot I'd like to say to you. But I'd be wasting my breath. But since I'm feeling generous today… for starters you're a whore.”
“Oh my God thank you,” I say, placing a dramatic hand across my heart and tilting my head as if that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received.
“You’re pathetic and you’re so desperate and insecure that the only way you can get a man is to go after a married one.”
“That's funny you saying that because…” I step closer, putting a finger to my mouth dramatically while looking at the ceiling before looking back at Gabby. “I usually think that a woman is more pathetic if she can't keep her man. You see, if I was insecure or desperate I would look to the bottom of the barrel. The place where women like you sit.”
“Women like me?” Gabby says with an eyebrow raised.
“Yeah. Pathetic women who have this fairy tale Rose Colored Glasses idea of what their happy ending should look like without putting any work into achieving it. If I was pathetic I would be the one standing here right now in the bathroom with tears staining my face… looking in the eyes of a prettier and younger woman… who's now currently fucking who used to be your man because you weren't good enough to keep him interested,” I say, well aware of my snobby tone and condescension.
Gabby purses her lips, trying hard to bite down the emotion. “You better fucking move. You better have enough money to pay for the ambulance they're going to call for you if you don't get the fuck up out of my face.”
“How important is your job to you Gabrielle? Hopefully you'll hold on to it a lot better than you did your man cuz you're shit at doing that.”
I know I'm prodding Gabby, but I want the woman to hit me. I want it so bad.
But Gabby doesn't take the bait.
Damn it.
The woman starts to walk away.
“Glad you understand your place. That's right, walk away. Calling me pathetic and desperate.Lookat you. Nowonderhe left you. And it’s so funny because evenifhe got back with you… I think we both know he'd leave you again. It’s only going to go down from here because you're only going to get uglier,” I laugh.
Gabby turns around with a smile. “I hope you fall in love with him and he does to you what he did to me.”
“Oh baby girl that could never happen. Like I said. I'm not you. I'm not stupid enough to give my heart to a man. You don't give a fucking newborn baby to a pitbull do you? God your mother should have taught you better… oh wait… kind of impossible since she's dead right?” I giggle.
The giggling honestly was an accident.
But I don't have time to process it because my head is being yanked to the side as Gabby grabs a fistful of my hair and slams me into the wall, causing me to see stars.
“Going to talk about my mother you fucking bitch!!!” Gabby screams, releasing all of the hell that was apparently pent up inside of her.
This is great. I don't want to get beat up, but I know the implication of what will happen.
