Queen B(itch)

                                    

                                          
Jasmine

                          
On Tuesday afternoon, I'm in the mood to go shopping.
                          
Thank God I'm able to leave the university without that pesky brunette following me. 

                          
I step into the mall with my head held high. I'm too beautiful to bow my head. As always, many people are gawking at me. Goodness gracious, I'm garnering more attention than a celebrity!
                          
Is this the first time they've seen a gorgeous face? Poor commoners. It's a good thing I decided to grace them with my presence today.
                          
To my disgust, most of the boutiques are having a sale. I hate indulging in sales! It degrades my image. I'll never use or buy anything that's on sale. That's a fact!
                          
Only three stores are not having sales, so I decide to do my shopping there.
                          
Twenty glossy paper bags later, my precious throat feels dry, so I sashay into a coffee shop to quench my thirst.
                          
Once inside the cafe, my violet eyes scan the crowds. There are mostly teenagers, looking bored and clueless. How pathetic. After a few minutes, I am walking out of the mall, several shiny bags dangling from my wrists, my cup of coffee in one hand.
                          
"Oh My God, my dress!" a girl shrieks.
                          
Huh. I must have bumped into her. 

                          
"Are you blind?!? Didn't you notice the people in front of you? Look at what you did to my clothes!" she says hysterically. 

                          
The guy she's with is just staring at us. Boyfriend, probably. I'm not sure whether to congratulate the girl because someone actually liked her or to give the guy an award for proving that love is truly blind?
                          
I look at her red dress. The front has a stain on it. Such a waste of coffee.
                          
My eyes scan the girl from head to foot. "So you think you're human?" I ask with an eye-roll.
                          
"What did you say?!? How dare you!" she exclaims furiously and grabs my flawless arm.
                          
"Get your filthy hands off of me," I say through gritted teeth as I glare at her. She quickly releases my arm. Reaching into my designer handbag, I pull out a hand sanitizer and slather some over my arm.
                          
"Miss, just say sorry to her," says the guy, who seems to be playing superman. "Look at her dress, you did stain it with your drink." I crane my neck left and right, seeing more spectators swarm around us. How I love attention!
                          
"Oh, look what we have here, a knight in rusty armor ready to save his damsel in distress. How romantic. I just learned that the mall actually allows shrimps and chimps." I put my hand over my ruby lips, feigning shock.
                          
Their jaws drop in disbelief. Hilarious!
                          
"You're so arrogant," the girl fumes, her face twisted with anger. "Who do you think you are? You can't even utter a simple apology. You're the one at fault, yet you have the gall to be mad!"
                          
"Is it my fault you're so brainless not to notice that I'm about to collide into you? And you expect me to apologize? You should be thanking me," I say, my voice incredulous.
                          
"And why?!?" she demands, on the verge of tears. It's so obvious she'll cry with just one more shove.
                          
"You should thank me for talking to you. My time is precious, but I'm wasting it now on your cheap dress and nonsensical rants. Thank me for gracing your dress with my cup of coffee.
                          
 That dress is lucky it was able to taste expensive caffeine. You're the one who should say sorry because that coffee was probably more costly than your dress. But that's okay, I won't ask you for reimbursement.. You might become impoverished otherwise."
                          
And for the last touch.
                          
"Oh."
                          
I hold out the half-empty cup of coffee to the girl, still on the brink of tears. She stares at the cup, hesitant to accept it.
                          
"My arm is getting tired. Are you going to take it or am I going to pour the contents over your head?" She suddenly looks scared as she grabs the cup from my hand.
                          
"What am I supposed to do with this?" She eyes the cup skeptically.
                          
I smile at her condescendingly. "It looks like you can only afford three-in-one coffee from a local store. You're so fortunate because I'm generous. You can keep that cup. So you can at least sample a taste of expensive coffee."
                          
I flash them a smirk before turning around, then graciously exit the mall.
                          
Wednesday morning rolls in.
                          
After grabbing some breakfast from the cafe on the ground floor, I open the door to my apartment and look around smiling before setting my takeout food on the table.
                          
I like my unit but the one I really like is the one next to mine, Unit H8. I live in Unit H6. That's why I can't stop myself from checking out the unit next to mine every day, including today. 

                          
Whoever resides in the unit next to mine is annoyingly adamant, because he or she refused to accept the money I offered to switch places. I'll have to fake friendliness, as usual, since I'm gonna be living here until I graduate.
                          
I walk out to the veranda, coffee in hand, and wait for the new neighbor to come out. Five minutes tick by. Then ten minutes. I hate waiting. I guess whoever it is won't be coming out soon. 

                          
I'm just about to walk back inside my apartment when a male voice speaks up.
                          
"Well, isn't this a sore sight to wake up to. Good morning, neighbor."
                          
My brows furrow in perplexity. The young man, about my age, has messy black hair, gray-green eyes, and is wearing a shirt and long stripy pajamas.
                          
 Who the hell is this guy?