She’d listened as James went to that slut’s room, and heard their moans of passion. She’d tiptoed past Andie’s room as James and Andie were talking afterwards and heard him say that he was going to ask her to leave. Fuck him, thought Nikki. There was no way that was happening. Nikki couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something about Andie that wasn’t right. She definitely knew her from somewhere. She had to protect James from her. As soon as Andie had left the house and James was in his room, Nikki quietly opened the door to the slut’s room. She wandered in and picked up a hairbrush on the bedside table, running it through her blonde hair a few times. She opened the cupboards and looked at the labels on her clothes. Andie had a couple of okay things, but mostly weird vintage shit. All too big for me, Nikki thought happily. Andie had very few things, really. Probably too poor to afford any more. Faking her overdose was totally worth it so Nikki could move that bitch out of this house.
