If Paisley wasn't a God-loving Christian she would have slapped Pia when she said 'I don't need
you.' How the fuck dare she? Paisley was about to say 'After all I've done for you,' but then she stopped. What exactly had Paisley done
for Pia? That was when Paisley broke. She stopped crying. Her head lolled, eyes pointed at her shoes.
Pia was right.
Paisley needed Pia tenfold, compared to the other way around.
She didn't say anything when Pia kept on talking. When she heard Pia stop, with a harsh 'ma' sound, Paisley winced. She knew what name was on the tip of Pia's tongue. She knew, but had no proof or motive or any sort of recourse. It was an assumption,a hunch. She was about to say Marcus. Who else would Pia backpedal on? Paisley told her about Marcus, she knew
how she felt about him. Why would Pia ever mention Marcus? Like, was she intending to pour salt in the would but backed off? Or was it something else? Did she know something Paisley didn't? Was he on Pia's team? Was he on Paisley's? How would Pia even know that? They were never informed who was on what team. Paisley's 'coach' refused to reveal anything about Tucker. Paisley tried to shrug it off. Pia just misspoke, surely. It was just a slip of the tongue and nothing more. She was just being paranoid, she told herself. Silly. But she couldn't shake it. What if Pia was hiding things from her? What if she was lying
to her? What if she was afraid Paisley would fly off the handle again? What if? What if.
Paisley said nothing about it. Because Pia was one of her best friends and friends don't do that, they don't suspect. Friends apologized.
Pia came up and touched her arm. Paisley was ready to shrug her off when Pia apologized. She stared at Pia with wet eyes, confused, before she smiled and gave a slow nod.
"It's okay." Paisley said.
"Nothing's okay." Paisley did not say. "Screw you Pia." Paisley could never ever say. "I don't need you either." Paisley would never say. Because she knew it was a lie. A little chihuahua in Pia's handbag. That was all Paisley was now. A cute, weak pet that Pia could not let out of her sight less somebody stepped on it.
As much as she loved her, as any friend aught to, Paisley wish she just let Genni lunge. That would put the fear of god into Pia, at least. How different would things be, had Paisley shot Genni at the last possible moment. Maybe Pia'd turn, smile and embrace Paisley with a tearful 'Thank You'.
... It was funny. She never wanted to kill Genni. But she did, technically speaking, and now she was thinking more about Pia than the girl that just died.
It was funny in a terrifying way.
(Paisley Hopkins continued in I Played it Out