Chapter 3: Stupid Gurl (Operetta)
"That asshole!" Operetta screamed as she kicked her locker. "You okay?" asked Frankie Stein as she walked towards the vermillion haired Ghoul. Operetta folded her arms across her chest. "No", she spat. Frankie moved closer to Operetta as Clawdeen Wolf followed. "Tell me what's wrong," coaxed Frankie. "Yea, maybe we can help," added Clawdeen. Operetta shook her head. "Naw, I don't think you guys can help." Clawdeen placed a manicured hand on the phantom's shoulder. "Girl you can tell us anything."
Operetta groaned. "Well ghouls I guess I got myself into a lil' bit of a situation," she stated. Frankie tapped her chin. "What kind of situation?" "Elaborate please," implored Clawdeen. Operetta pulled the ghouls in closer to her. "Well ghouls, 'I've gone up the creek'". "What?!" Frankie and Clawdeen asked in unison, confused by Operetta's southern saying. "Umm, I have a bun in the oven," she tried again. Clawdeen's hand flew to cover her mouth as she gasped. "Oh My Ghoul," sputtered the werewolf. Frankie turned to Clawdeen, still thoroughly confused about the situation.
The ghoul turned to Clawdeen for clarification. "Why would she be upset about a bun in the oven? That sounds pretty tasty to me," stated Frankie. "Dear Lord, she can be so naïve at times," grumbled Clawdeen with a face palm. Operetta rolled her eyes "Seriously." Clawdeen grabbed Frankie. "Sweetie, it's a figure of speech. There is no actual bun or oven. Operetta is trying to say that she's pregnant," Clawdeen whispered. Frankie flinched, as if the words had hit her. "OMG, OMG! By who?" questioned Frankie? Clawdeen looked towards Operetta, wondering the same thing. The hallway of the school was beginning to get crowded and Operetta began to feel self conscious. What if she told and someone overheard? What if word got back to Cleo? Operetta knew what she and Deuce were doing was wrong but she couldn't stop herself. She enjoyed the adrenaline rush she got when she was around him. It was as if the two of them were made for each other.
Operetta snapped out of it when she noticed the two ghouls in front of her. "Oh sorry, I was thinking," she assured. "So are you going to tell us?" asked Clawdeen and Frankie. Operetta's gaze shifted from left to right following the students that passed by her. Operetta gulped. "Sorry ghouls, but a southern belle never kisses and tells," she stated as she grabbed her guitar case and ran away. Clawdeen rolled her eyes. "Seems like a 'southern belle' did a whole lot more than just kissing," she mumbled.
Operetta didn't stop running until she reached the catacombs. Sweat poured from every inch of her "body", which she didn't even realize was possible. She lowered herself onto a bench. "Damnmit, what was I thinking? I should've kept my mouth shut; now all those nosey ghouls will be snooping through my business." She sighed. 'I wonder what Deuce's problem is? He's usually ecstatic to see me instead of Cleo.' She shook her head to clear her thoughts, then opened her guitar case. Operetta gave the black and crimson instrument a slight hug and whispered, "I guess we'll have to go 'Taylor Swift' on him."