Part 12

                                    

                                          
I couldn't say anything. I couldn't move. I just felt deeply offended by what this girl had said to me, and how she had said it. So what if I was the DJ? I'd gotten this before, from guys at dingy clubs that I'd played at. Ever since I'd started DJing all I'd wanted was to fit in with the scene. It was all guys, and it was really hard for a girl to make it up to the big times.
I tried to smile through the hurt, "Yeah, I like to spin a bit," I sighed.
"Whatever," she said flippantly trying to drag Ast away.
"Hang on," said Ast, "Why can't we hang out with Jess?"
Trish gave me a dirty look and then said under her breath, yet loud enough for all three of us to hear, "What? Hang out with that?"
"Trish be nice," Ast said with exasperation.
"It's fine," I said. "I'll see you later."
"No..." Ast started, but I'd already turned to walk away. I didn't like his girlfriend, not one bit. And it wasn't because she was the girlfriend... I could handle a bitchy girlfriend. It was how she'd slandered my music that had really put me off. Over my dead body was I going to hang out with her.
                          
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Over the course of the night I'd thought Ast might try to make a move over in my direction to at least say something about how Trish had treated me. Sorry maybe? I kept glancing in his direction and checking my phone to see if he'd even taken notice--but nothing.
Some C-List rapper performed, but I wasn't really interested, I just sat in the corner and played with my phone. My mind kept spinning about what Trish had said, "You mean the DJ?" Ugh it made me so mad.
As the night was dying down I found my way to the ladies to freshen up. I couldn't leave until everyone else was gone, my DJ gear was still up on stage and I had to get it out. So I busied myself with other distractions, namely putting on some more lip gloss and staring at myself in the mirror.
Just as I was about to turn away from the sink to leave the loo I felt someone shove into my back. No apology, no nothing. I turned to see Trish stood smirking at me.
"What was that for?" I asked evenly.
"What?"
"You obviously just shoved me," I said, trying to call her out.
"Whatever."
"There you go again. What is your problem with me?" I asked.
"You know full well what my problem with you is," she said getting up in my face and backing me into the sink. "You are after my boyfriend, and I swear to god, if I see you anywhere near him ever again, you won't be so lucky to just be shoved a little bit."
"Woah woah woah," I said. "I'm not after your boyfriend! I hardly know him, just ridden on the train with him a few times..."
"WHAT?!?!" she shouted. "You stay away from him!"
"Whatever, just let me out," I said trying to get around her.
"No," she said grabbing my arm tightly. I could feel her nails digging in, it would definitely leave a mark. "If I hear you've been near my boyfriend, I will make sure you're life is a living hell," she said.
I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. Her nails were piercing my skin and I didn't like how up in my business she was.
"Fine," I whispered.
Reluctantly she let go and I pushed my way out of the bathroom. Upon entering the corridor I ran directly into someone, Ast. 
"You ok?" he said trying to steady me.
I shook my head, "Just let me go," I whispered. And then I dashed off, tears falling down my face.