Gossip

Kylie

Gossip rang around the halls. Little voices telling little lies. No one knew where they started, no one cared enough to find the route. The only thing that mattered was that they were spread. It could start as a text, and within hours the whole school knew. Gossip was harsh, gossip was real. Gossip was a game. And to win, you had to be smarter then the rest. You had to be clever. You had to be someone like me.

"Seriously Will! I don't know how you think this is funny, because it's not!" I had pouted into the phone, in an attempt to make him feel guilty. And Will is such a good guy that he gave in and said, "Aw come on Kye I didn't mean it." And then I was like, "Whatever," and then that was pretty much the end."

I twisted the pink straw in my Starbucks cup in circles, batting my eyelashes at my two best friends who were staring me down for information. There were rumors about Will and I having an…interesting phone call last night. Some said there was "I love you" shared, others said we had a big fight and broke up. But no one was going to know what went down last night, and if they thought I was going to tell them they were idiots.

"Jas, seriously. I'm not stupid you're hiding something." Ashleigh wined, twisting the ends of her brunette ringlets. It was cute that she thought she could get anything out of me.

"And even if you weren't stupid," I smirked, tossing my blond hair behind my shoulder, "I wouldn't tell you. It's not your business and I don't kiss and tell," I concluded, which was a total lie. Still, I gave her a 'don't you are contradict me' look crossing my arms.

"Wait, so you kissed?" Shelby questioned, leaning in closer. Her strawberry blonde hair brushed the tips of the table as she eagerly listened to what I had to say.

"Uhh, stop asking me so many questions!" I whined, "I'm not effiing spilling so jut get over it." The bell rung and I got up from the table, flatting out my skirt, and running my hands through my hair to make sure it was flat.

Ashleigh picked up her tray, and grabbed mine before going with Shelby to throw our food away. Then they both came over to catch up with me, who didn't care enough to wait for them.

Ash took out her iPhone, ready to take notes.

"Shopping Friday night so lets plan to hit the mall, and then I want to go to some little boutique I found in Brooklyn, find the name for me will you? And after that we're having diner with William and his friends. Lillie Wells is having a party Saturday night so Will's picking me up at 8:30, you two should be at the party by 8. It starts at 7:30. Sunday is mani pedis so I need you to book reservations at the spa, staring at 11 am, and make sure that Rachel is the one who does my hair, I like her best." I decided, watching Ashleigh struggle to type everything. "Keep up," I said with an annoyed look on my face, walking into English class. I sat down in my seat, middle of the back row, and Ashleigh and Shelby sat next to me, Ash on my right.

Once I was in the room, the focus was on me. Sitting in our practically reserved spots in the back of the room. We were pretty much royalty here at North Shore. I mean, I was leading a legacy. My sister, Regina, had ruled this very school when she was a junior. But then she changed and decided to play lacrosse, ew. But lucky for mom, I was still here to carry the George name, being a second generation Queen Bee. My sister ruled pretty well, but she had let things get out of control when some new girl came in. But I'm too smart to let that happen.

We continued to discuss specifics for the weekend. What to wear, who to kiss, best spots to make out. The typical stuff. Then Will came in with Ryan Saywen, his best friend. He instantly spotted me, waved, and made his way down the isle to the seat right in front of me. He turned around, and gave me a semi-deep kiss that could've lasted longer if we wanted it to. Then he gave me a quick kiss on the nose before sitting back and surveying my friends and I.

"So, I see your holding court already," he joked, unintentionally tossing his caramel hair in the sexy way I always tease him about. His smirk made the lines around his mouth crinkle in an adorable way as he looked to me.

"Whatever Will," I said brushing him off like the annoying fuzzies you get after your blouse had been washed. William turned to Ryan, taking the hint that I was obviously busy, and the two continued to discuss something that probably fell along the lines of last weekend's football game.

All was normal, you could say, until Courtney Hayes looked at Will. They had dated a few years ago, freshman year. Courtney and I were even once friends. Best friends. But nowadays, she steered clear of me. We got into a fight, a few months ago. When I decided to date her ex. She went on about "girl code" and how best friends didn't do those kinds of things. I didn't care. She got mad. And in the end she was kicked out of the Plastics. Everyone's replaceable, I found Ashleigh. And Courtney and I didn't talk. Until now.

She was draped over Will's desk, feeling his muscles, and telling him how well he did at the game. And Will, being the guy he was, was soaking it all up and even through in a wink. It was almost as if they were still dating. I didn't like that very much.

There were two ways to play the game, and mine was the sneakier way. I took out my phone, which gave signal to Ashleigh and Shelby to take out theirs. Then after some furious movements of my thumbs and a critical hit of the send button, Courtney Hayne's life was about to be over.

It took seconds, for it to be sent to the critical people it needed to reach. Minutes, for the information to flow. And by the end of the day, it had been spread that Courtney had been doing marijuana. And that her boyfriend Hunter had got her pregnant. And it took a week, for Courtney to be kicked off of the cheerleading squad which we co-captained, at least until it could be disproven of her drug use. Not to mention, her parents were furious and so was the school.

Like I said, gossip was a game. No one knew quite where the rumor started. Speculation was that it was started by Daniella Birza, who had currently been in a fight with Courtney. Other's thought her Hunter started it, considering they broke up later that week. Few, very few, could've suspected that I started it. Only if you carefully traced back the route. And no one cared that much.

Whispers were scary, because you weren't included. And glances as you walked down the hall were a girl's nightmare. Everyone liked to spread the gossip, unless the gossip was about you.