Chapter 8: War (What Is It Good For?)

January 27, 2008
Time: 6:56 PM
Mood: Pissed
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I am absolutely livid. LIVID. Like, I'm ready to just find a bat and beat some people's heads in. Seriously, they're still lucky they're breathing. And just in case someone was to somehow hack into this, I'll continue using the codenames I've dispersed.

So K and I are walking down the hall today during passing time; a normal ritual for us since our lockers are right next to each other, and we have all of our classes together. We stop at the soda machine for some much needed caffeine after that killer fourth period pop quiz; which in AP talk is equal to a standard class's test. I'd just pushed the button for my drink when we heard the loudspeaker chime.

Normally the announcements were saved for the end of the day, so everyone in the hall was a bit curious. When that voice came over the speaker I knew nothing good would come of it…

Regina and Gretchen had somehow gotten a hold of K's diary and made copies of the pages to read aloud. How they managed to get to the PA system in the first place is some sort of miracle, and how they managed to read all of what they did and get out before they were caught is something of divine intervention. If I actually tolerated them enough to have a conversation with them I would've gone all East Compton Clovers on them: "You've been touched by an angel girl." But then I wouldn't walk away, I'd beat the shit out of them.

K ended up in tears and bolted for the bathroom instantly. I, of course, ran after her not even a second after she initially took off. Thankfully there wasn't anyone in there besides us. It took about ten minutes just to coax her out of the stall. It took another fifteen to calm her down enough to get her out to my car. We didn't talk on the drive back to her house. It was the chosen destination since my lazy ass of a step mother didn't have a job and was, more times than not, home.

We stopped in the kitchen for some snacks since it was almost time for lunch anyway. It was an unspoken decision that we wouldn't be returning to school, so K set up her computer to alter our voices to sound like our parents and called the school. Told you she was a genius.

It was silent for a while; I knew that if and when she wanted to talk about what happened she would. And I'd be there to assure her that everything would be just fine. Because it would be, I'd make sure of it. No one pulls that kind of crap on her and gets away with it; not even the queen fucking bee herself. Not this time. I just didn't know how I'd go about getting even.

As if knowing what was going through my head, K told me to just let it go. I argued with her about it, telling her that there was no reason for them to pull shit like this. She tried to calm me down, but I just ended up getting more upset about it. She was defending the same people that had just publicly humiliated her and it was quite nauseating. I was out for blood and she was acting like she didn't give a damn. Like they could just do that to her and it was perfectly fine.

She let me have my hissy fit, knowing well enough that I would eventually talk myself down from total annihilation of the Mean Girls. They'd get theirs; karma was a bitch like that.

After an afternoon of watching bad TV and pigging out I decided to take K out that night, and then have her stay at my house. We had to move fast in order to avoid Regina, so I had her run downstairs and leave a note while I packed some clothes and her toiletries.

It was a narrow escape. We heard the obnoxious bass pulsating from Regina's car stereo two blocks away and quickened our pace. We'd just pulled around the corner as they pulled to a stop in the driveway.

To our surprise, the Bitch Battalion wasn't home when we arrived. Major plus for us, we were able to get ready for our night in peace. Speaking of which, she's calling me from the bathroom for help, so I have to go.

Hopefully we meet some people to, uh, dance with.