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“You think so? That’s so sweet,” Bianca gently smooths a hand across her stomach at Isadora’s comment, turning in the mirror to assess just how bloated she appears in the dress. Not too bad. Even on the worst days, she could still out do a number of these girls even at their best – including little Miss McKenna here. “Mhmm,” She hardly acknowledges Isa’s quip about having money. Bianca can’t quite put her finger on it, but like a shark to blood, she can sniff out a try hard from a mile away, someone desperate enough to fake their way into the world she’s lived in her entire life. And maybe that isn’t the case with Isadora, but Bianca’s never been wrong before. If she could actually be bothered to give the other girl a second thought, she’d get to the bottom of the mystery herself, but to think Isadora takes up any sort of space in Bianca’s mind? It gives Isadora more credit than she’s actually worth. “My god,” She laughs, turning to face her. There’s a small but undeniable pleasure in standing on a platform and having to physically look down on the blonde.  “I don’t know what kind of places you’re used to, but more couth, please. Have some decorum,” Bianca continues in her amusement. “Also, I don’t do returns. I buy what I like, and I keep it. I was never one of those girls who bought something, wore it once with the tag still on, and then returned it so they could get their money back, you know? But to each their own. I’m sure that’s more your thing, but it’s not mine. Thank you for your concern, though, even if it was a little tasteless.”

There was only one negative to shopping at Juju's and it wasn't the prices. It was the occasional run-in with Bianca. Isadora knew her type all too well from her time in Atlanta. Girls like her ran the prestigious school she used to attend before she moved to Riverwood to be closer to her brother. "Hi. Oh my god, you look gorgeous in that dress. You can hardly tell you're bloating." She kept a forced smile, mocking that same insincere tone. The two could go at it like alley cats all night. "And," she turns around to face Bianca, "I'm not poor. I have money." She didn't. She had her brother's money. She applied for store credit in his name and procured a few of his membership cards so that she could party on the Eastside. When she eventually finds out he was fired from his job, then she'll be poor. "Oh, and babe, try not to get too many cum stains on it. They won't take it back after you're done making your rounds. But you look so glam! Love it."

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Status: closed @izadorable

Location: Juju's

Tilting her head, Bianca examines herself, her eyes moving across her reflection as her hands run across the fabric clinging to her frame. Instead of remaining confined in the fitting room, she opts to use the floor length tri-fold mirror on display in the store. The lighting is better, and sometimes a good dress needs an audience. Turning a little and taking in her appearance from a new angle, her gaze shifts, naturally landing on none other than Isadora at not too far a distance. Slowly, a smile spreads across her lips. She can’t help herself. “Can you give me a second?” Bianca says to the sales associate assisting her, relieving them from their post at her side. “Isadora, hi. How are you?” She smiles at their reflections, offering a little wave. “Oh, just so you know, babe. They have security cameras around the store. I was here one time when some girl got caught pocketing things she couldn’t afford. Poor thing. I’d hate to see the same thing happen to you,” Bianca says in a way that might've come across as genuine and sincere if the words had not been so condescending. She goes back to admiring herself.  “But if you’re just window shopping then by all means, don’t mind me.”

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ABOUT

Full Name: Bianca Moreno

Date of Birth: October 30, 2001

Age: 21

Gender: Cis female

Pronouns: She/Her

Birthplace: Lakewood, California 

Religion: Catholic 

Occupation: Student at East Mount Academy + Influencer 

Where does she live?: Eastside 

Skeleton: The Mean Girl 

WANTED CONNECTIONS | STATS | HEADCANONS | PINTEREST 

BIO

In summary... 

The top isn’t so lonely when people are tripping over themselves to kiss her ass. Who cares if the chosen few she’s bestowed the title of friend are mere minions more than anything else?  Fear shares a blurred line with respect, and respect is the greatest thing you can have for someone. That’s what Bianca figures. She’s accustomed to being the center of attention, used to the world revolving around her. It’s the byproduct of being an abundantly loved and shamelessly spoiled only child, and because of this, Bianca’s never taken too kindly to the word ‘no’. ‘No’ is foreign on her mother and stepfather’s lips. No, ‘no’ doesn’t agree with her. If her parents never denied her of anything, why should anyone else? Whatever Bianca wants, Bianca gets. Always. Having a pretty face and knowing how to use it also doesn’t hurt. From getting material things and situating herself at the top of the social ladder in high school to stealing girls’ boyfriends for the hell of it and doing whatever necessary to become Sigma Alpha Pi’s sorority president in college, being spared by Ghostface back home in Lakewood only made her stronger and even more ruthless. She’s using her new chance at a normal life by ruling with a heavier iron fist. It’s smart to stay on her good side, and after all, it’s not the easiest to get to in the first place. Making an enemy of her, whether deliberately or unknowingly and harmlessly, is a mistake. Bianca may come across as a sadistic bitch, but she’s much more than that. She’s worse. But there is a side to her, though kept tightly under wraps, that goes dark when she isn’t receiving the attention she thinks she deserves, when envy burns her up from the inside out, when the praise is no longer feeding the undiagnosed and untreated Narcissistic Personality Disorder she’s struggled with her entire life.

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 Weird Science (1985) dir. John Hughes

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She's a little bitch, she's my mini-me, wannabe Pull up to the party, bet your boo wanna leave with me I got lots of friends, and they all wanna die for me Even enemies wanna get a co-sign from me She's a little bitch, she's my mini-me, wannabe Pull up to the party, bet your boo wanna leave with me I must be a cake, 'cause they all want a slice of me Higher than a jet, even clouds wanna copy me

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