"Okay so here's the deal. I have two orders of business. First, the looks. What the hell did you do!?" Kyla demanded.
Sarah took a step back and away, too intimidated to look Kyla in the eyes. "I... I t-tried to tell you... in the bathroom... you would've looked cuter, than you thought, if you just tried, I said..."
Kyla sighed in frustration. "Well, obviously, that 'TrYiNg' thing comes a lot easier to you than it does to me, Sarah! I clearly don't have any experience with it, you-...!" Kyla stopped herself short before she started really laying into the meek and steadily shrinking little girl in front of her. This whole "playing nice" thing was starting to get on Kyla's nerves already, and she'd not even begun to curb the Old Sarah's deeper and more insidious habits.
After letting the rage boil down a bit and recomposing herself, Kyla started over. "Okay," she said, approaching Sarah again (Sarah had taken another few steps back and away), "What I'm trying to say is, I'm going to be needing your skill with looks and fashion and all that, if I'm gonna be filling your shoes for the time being. You owe me big for that favor I did you back there, letting you back into the little queendom you used to lord over, so I'm thinking, it's only fair that you and I get together early before the school days for some little makeover sessions, capiche?" Kyla explained as though Sarah were a child, with all the condescension and falsely saccharine tones that entailed.
Sarah took another step back, still not meeting Kyla's intense and penetrating gaze. "B-but... I thought, the bet..."
"I said I'd try and revert to the ugly and unlikable little loser I used to be, yes. Don't remind me," Kyla replied sharply. "But y'see, Sarah, you gotta understand that when people try upstaging the Queen in her own domain, like you're trying to do, I can't just let people get away with that. I gotta say something, and sting 'em back, y'know?"
"Only too well..." Sarah said, more sad than she could say at hearing an echo of her own thoughts from Kyla.
"Good! Then we're agreed, I'll be seeing you early tomorrow, at my place, right?" It wasn't really a question.
Sarah didn't have to say "yes". Intellectually, she realized there were probably plenty of good reasons or strategies she might have where she didn't say "yes". But that didn't matter, she realized, because she didn't have the courage to say "no", not anymore. "Y-yes," she said with a face red from shame, and bumped up against the wall behind her.
"Excellent, excellent! Now we can move onto the second item of business, on one Biff Meadows," Kyla continued with her new swagger.
Sarah's eyes went bug, and Kyla sensed she might actually break and run given the face she made, but it was too late for that; Kyla slammed a hand into the wall behind Sarah, cutting off that escape leaning her weight onto that arm. "Look at me, Sarah."
Sarah wouldn't; she'd rather have looked anywhere but into the killer's gaze Kyla had taken on. But Kyla wouldn't budge otherwise.
"Sarah, I need to make this clear, so Look. At. Me." Kyla demanded again, malice dripping from her tone. Sarah was mortified, but eventually obeyed, meeting with huge and tearful eyes Kyla's own.
"Biff is mine. Do you understand that!?" Sarah nodded quickly, and tried to look away, but Kyla took her chin in her free hand and physically pulled Sarah's gaze back to her. "I'm not stupid, Sarah, I saw the way you were looking at him earlier tonight, and I'm telling you, that stops, right now! He's not your boyfriend anymore. Hell, he probably barely even knows you exist. So don't. Try. Anything. Got it!?" Sarah nodded again, faster than before. She was going to start crying the moment Kyla let her go, the latter realized. The thought made Kyla smile.
"Alright then, I'm glad we understand each other!" Kyla said with smug cheer as she pulled away from the wall and Sarah. "I think I've kept Biff waiting long enough for tonight. Good night, Sarah!" Kyla waved goodbye as Sarah ran away, face sobbing into her hands.
