“This year has been one of the best years I’ve ever had and I might win the uncoolest-person-of-the-year award by saying this, but if you weren’t my friends, I think I’d just go into some kind of coma.”
She was the most beautiful thing Brittany S. Pierce has ever seen in her seventeen years, all lean muscle and damp skin and bad attitude. The kind of combination parents warn their daughters to stay away from when it comes to boys. Only this wasn’t a boy. It was a sweaty, scowling teenage girl around Brittany’s own age.
And even though Brittany really hadn’t planned on enjoying the vacation her parents had dragged her along for, she thought now that maybe she could find something to make the two weeks more enjoyable. Just maybe. If the sweaty girl currently hammering a new fence post into the ground was anything to go by.
Supercat + 17. Please make it super angsty thanks.
17. Things you said
that I wish you hadn’t…
“I can’t do this anymore.”
She hadn’t planned to
walk into Cat’s office that morning and have those words spill from her lips,
but after eight days of being called number two, Karla, Karen, Keisha and basically
every other K name in ‘the big book of baby names’ Cat has stashed in her top
drawer (she’d spread the damn thing across her desk yesterday morning on the
letter K and ran her fingertip down them all as she’d called Kara a different
one in turn at the end of her every sentence), she is tired.
Tired of being treated like second best. Like she hasn’t been
the best damn assistant that Cat Grant has ever had, the only one to last
longer than a handful of months, the only one to ever stand up to her and get
away with it.
But now it’s Siobhan who gets all the praise and who is
glued to Cat’s side, and Kara barely even gets a glance thrown her way.