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'Cause it's beautiful people like you
Who get whatever they want
And it's beautiful people like you
Who suck the life right outta my heart
And it's beautiful people like you
Who make me cry
'Cause nobody else could be nearly as cruel as you
Beautiful People ~ Cher Lloyd
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Chapter 10: Nightmare
Bubbles waited until all the high schoolers left for the day. She walked down the empty hallways of Pokey High feeling strangely like she was sixteen again.
She fingered one of her pigtails as the art classroom so familiar to her got closer. Her steps echoed and she winced at the sound. Surely he could hear her coming?
It wasn't until she stepped up to the open doorway that she heard a girl giggling. He wasn't even startled to see another person there. He was shamelessly flirting with a teenager with brown hair. He had his hand in said hair; her hand was on his thigh.
The girl pulled away from him immediately, but Mr. Thompson soothed her. "It is okay, Britney. Bubbles won't tell on us. She understands about love."
Bubbles breathed in sharply, trying to ignore the kick in her gut. She took one step backwards. He was already turning away from her.
"You're Art Scholarship had been passed to another student from when you dropped out two years ago. I hope you're still drawing because I want to feel moved by your artwork before I write a letter of recommendation for you."
The blonde puff felt sick. She couldn't stand the other girl's look of complete adoration as she praised the man Bubbles tried so hard to forget. She couldn't take him turned away from her, and deep within herself she was angry he treated her like she was nothing. It was like everything that had happened was all in her head.
Bubbles tried to deal with the guilt for being angry at him, but all she could think was, Who would want to acknowledge dating me? I hooked up with random guys, started drinking and smoking pot, and dropped out of high school. What right do I have to be mad? I used to be so nice… and eager to please… and forgiving… Now I'm getting mad because he's doing his job?
She shook her head. "I can't do this."
Bubbles turned and ran.