Meanwhile, Claudia and Stacey were in the bathroom. Stacey was in a stall while Claudia was admiring her reflection.
"So, what did Charlie want, Stace?" Claudia asked nonchalantly. Stacey grunted and then giggled.
"Oh, you won't believe it, Claud! I'm not telling anyone but you though. God, I gotta eat more fiber!" She grunted some more and came out of the stall. Without flushing.
"So, what did he want? Was it serious?" Claudia stared at her mirror while Stacey washed her hands in the sink.
"Oh, Claud, it's so great! First he was all 'Stace, you look really hot today!' And I was all, 'Wow, Charlie thanks!' And then I thought, 'A seventeen year old thinks I'm way hot!'"
Claudia interrupted Stacey.
"He said hot, not way hot, biotch."
Stacey looked at her funnily.
"Same difference. Anyway, then he's like, 'Maybe we can go out sometime', and I'm all, 'Yeah that would be cool'. And he's all, 'Pick you up Saturday at 8:00?' and I'm like, 'I'll be there, cutie'. And then I left. Isn't that awesome?! I have a seventeen year-old boyfriend!" Claudia turned to Stacey.
"HE IS NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND!"
Claudia picked Stacey up and threw her against the bathroom wall. When Stacey started sputtering, Claudia went over and picked her up. Then, she held her against the wall by her throat.
"Stacey, if you value your life, don't go on the date with Charlie. If you do, you will be answering to me, and Claudia Junior!"
When Claudia said that, she pulled a knife ("Claudia Junior") out of her back
pocket. Then, she held it up to Stacey chin, pressing so that a tiny drop of blood fell. Stacey gagged and tried to kick Claudia, but she was too strong for her.
"If you tell anyone about this meeting, well… think about it, Stacey. Wanna be Mrs. Stacey Thomas - or your life?"
She let go of Stacey and she fell to a heap in the middle of the floor. Claudia gave her one last kick before exiting the bathroom.
"So, what did Charlie want, Stace?" Claudia asked nonchalantly. Stacey grunted and then giggled.
"Oh, you won't believe it, Claud! I'm not telling anyone but you though. God, I gotta eat more fiber!" She grunted some more and came out of the stall. Without flushing.
"So, what did he want? Was it serious?" Claudia stared at her mirror while Stacey washed her hands in the sink.
"Oh, Claud, it's so great! First he was all 'Stace, you look really hot today!' And I was all, 'Wow, Charlie thanks!' And then I thought, 'A seventeen year old thinks I'm way hot!'"
Claudia interrupted Stacey.
"He said hot, not way hot, biotch."
Stacey looked at her funnily.
"Same difference. Anyway, then he's like, 'Maybe we can go out sometime', and I'm all, 'Yeah that would be cool'. And he's all, 'Pick you up Saturday at 8:00?' and I'm like, 'I'll be there, cutie'. And then I left. Isn't that awesome?! I have a seventeen year-old boyfriend!" Claudia turned to Stacey.
"HE IS NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND!"
Claudia picked Stacey up and threw her against the bathroom wall. When Stacey started sputtering, Claudia went over and picked her up. Then, she held her against the wall by her throat.
"Stacey, if you value your life, don't go on the date with Charlie. If you do, you will be answering to me, and Claudia Junior!"
When Claudia said that, she pulled a knife ("Claudia Junior") out of her back
pocket. Then, she held it up to Stacey chin, pressing so that a tiny drop of blood fell. Stacey gagged and tried to kick Claudia, but she was too strong for her.
"If you tell anyone about this meeting, well… think about it, Stacey. Wanna be Mrs. Stacey Thomas - or your life?"
She let go of Stacey and she fell to a heap in the middle of the floor. Claudia gave her one last kick before exiting the bathroom.