It had definitely been too hot to go around town getting sweaty all day, which is what Jenny had been doing. Honestly, what if someone thought that was her? Ella had a reputation to uphold and it wasn't like anyone who should actually cared about that.
She was in fact, totally busy when Jenny came in, busy texting Hendrix to pick her up a dimebag if he expected head tonight. Without even looking up at the insult she muttered a "fuck off" at her sister and finished up her text before casting her cell aside to scrutinise the bag.
"Whatever, it's fuckin' fake. Like, a shitty one at that" she retorted, throwing the bag onto the floor, but her eyes kept darting towards it. It's definitely wasn't a fake, and it would look really cute with her new skirt. "And he only made out with you' cuz you were wearing my shirt and he thought it was me" she added, though they had had that argument a million times before.
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