Green-Eyed Monster
By Fewthistle

Sitting at the bar, she had a clear view of them as they dined. Laughing, elegant blonde heads bent together in the soft glow of the table lamp. Rich girl's hair, that was what they had called it growing up, a curtain of flaxen silk around already silk-clad shoulders.

Their beautiful faces turned towards each other with desire, as graceful fingers just brushed on the white tablecloth.

Casey had watched Serena for months, waiting for her chance, and now it was gone, gone to Kelly. Hair like that was only for rich girls. Maybe one day, she would learn that lesson.