Page 26 of Only ever you-Ana & Byron
She kept looking until she came upon a grainy image of Byron in his underwear. There were lines of coke on the table next to him. It took her a moment to get herself under control before she started deleting.
"There you go Cathy, all done. There was so much loot in here on you, it was such a shame to delete it, you little cunt."
Ana smiled her Cheshire cat smile as she walked into one of the booths with the stall door hanging off the hinge.
"Oops," she said as the phone did a dive into a toilet which hadn't seen any flush action in years. There was a wet plunk before it sank like the Titanic.
Cathy looked up from where Cadi sat on her like she was at a tea party. Cadi could be unusually stubborn when she wanted to be. There were streaks of mascara on Cathy's face, her lipstick was smudged, and her hair resembled a bird's nest.
Ana squatted down on her haunches, careful not to touch the dirty floor.
Her voice took on a dead quality that Cathy had never heard before.
"Byron is not your blackmail puppet either."
Cathy tilted her head. "I am going to report this."
Ana smiled, slow and terrifying. "No, you are not, pet. One whisper of what happened today and I'm going to make sure when your reputation burns, it's with kerosene and style. You won't know what hit you! "
That's when Cathy noticed Ana was holding something behind her back.
Cathy gasped. "You bitch!"
"You watch too much teenage drama. Such language," Ana said lightly. "You'd fit right in with the Plastics."
Then, fake thoughtfully, "You should really include your talents on your UCAS personal statement-'Can shag two boys at once', 'Fastest coke sniffer this side of Manchester'..."
Cathy looked ready to kill.
Ana raised an eyebrow, then added, "And oh-that view of your butthole? Some things I can never unsee in this lifetime. Honestly, I need bleach for my corneas."
"You won't get away with this," Cathy hissed. "I'll report you both. You'll regret this. My mum..."
Ana's smile became wider. "You really think your mum will side with you when she hears what her little princess has been up to? Or maybe she might be interested in what your dad has been up to... especially when she finds out about the side piece he's been visiting at that hotel. One of your mates, isn't it? Barely legal. Slept with him for coke and a new phone?"
Cathy's face crumpled. It was clear from her face that she hadn't known about her dad.
"You are lying."
Ana's voice went quiet and deadly. "Word gets around, Cathy. One of my cousins works in the reception. So… Have you shown those pictures of Byron to anyone else? Do you have any copies of this? "
A shaky head shake. "N-no."
"Good." Ana leaned in. "Don't even think of trying this shit again. Have you ever heard of the Italian mafia?"
Cathy blinked.
"You know where my dad's from, right?"
Cadi coughed to cover a laugh.
Ana kept her tone flat. "Last words, Cathy. Leave. Byron. Alone."
"You're just jealous," Cathy hissed. "Byron's with me."
Ana tilted her head, like she was studying a bug under a microscope. "Keep your paws off him, you little bitch. Or I'll have a chat with your mom. Maybe your nan too. Your dad is the counsellor, right? Let’s see how long that lasts."
Cathy made a strangled sound as she pushed Cadi off and stormed out, door slamming behind her.
