Cyra
“It didn’t take you long to find a replacement for poor Yorick, did it, Cyra?” Megan asks with a sneer as she walks up to the table.
Her hand snakes out, reaching for Hacker’s note. I fork slams down on the note, just missing Megan’s hand.
“Careful, Megan. That’s a good way to lose your fingers,” Piper growls.
“You’re a f*****g b***h,” Megan growls at her.
“Don’t be jealous just because I’m getting f****d by a hot guy and no one wants to touch your skanky p***y,” Piper says, sneering at her.
I’m not the only one who snorts, trying to hold back a laugh.
Megan growls and turns, stomping away.
“You’re so f*****g hot,” Zach tells her as we watch Megan go. Piper has just pulled the fork out of the table when all hell breaks loose. What looks like a SWAT team blasts through the door
