Divide an conquer

"Actually, I live here." You say, adding as much annoyance to your voice as you can.

"The hell you do!" The girl threw back, detecting your tone and matching it.

Okay, the smile inwardly, this is going to be easier then you thought. You know this kind of character, full of their assurance in the world, views their opinions as if they were immutable facts. And knocked flat on their butts when proved irrefutably wrong.

"Oh well then," you reply, throwing your hands in the air, "feel free to call the cops then, or private security or whatever."

"You think I won't?" She asks with an evil little smile, while pulling her phone out.

"Ashe." Brooke says pleadingly to her friend (so she is called Ashley).

"Eh whatever." You respond, unconcerned. Pulling your own phone and start playing with it, feigning disinterest. In actuality you're opening up the app to see if you can get anymore info on her from Brooke's profile. There... You spot the name Ashley and notice that it's hyperlinked. A quick tap and, to your utter amazement once again, you are greeted with another in-depth dossier. This one on the smug little know-it-all currently dialling out on her phone.

You give her profile a quick skim. Cheerleader (yeah yeah), part of the school's theatre club (explains the attitude), once auditioned for x-factor and got rejected (probably livid they couldn't detect her true talent), failed entry to a school of performing arts (you guess she can only 'act' mean), had a band that split up after failing to win a spot at a local festival (err...), was asked to leave a local dance troupe (they told she didn't have any talent)...

You're actually starting to feel sorry for her now. The list of failures goes on and on. Her superior personality is likely the only thing that keeps driving her on, and you have to wonder how much of it is merely facade to protect a crumbling, ramshackled ego.

But your course is set, you've **** but to see it through.

"Hello, security. Hi this is Ashley Kayden, yeah we've got a intruder inside the gates." Her smug grin gets wider as she turn back to look at you. "No, he's right in front of us now. Tall, average build..."

"Goes by the name Scott Walker. Moved into number 16 earlier this week." You shout so the person on the other end of Ashley's phone can hear. The grin on her face drops away to be replaced by an expression of embarrassed shock.

"S-sorry, never mind..." she say weakly into the receiver.

Trap sprung, now you need simply choose your target.