By lunchtime, the story was EVERYWHERE. Apparently, Jessica was something of a queen bee. And I had stood up to her. I wasn't sure I liked the attention. Or the stares that had been following me around all day.
In-between lunch and music, I was in the bathroom, reapplying my lip gloss. I was alone; I told the girls I'd catch up.
Jessica walked in, fuming. Weirdly enough, my first response was pity. I felt sorry for this poor girl, whose reputation was so shaky, all it took was me to bring it crashing to the ground.
Of course, the pity pretty much evaporated the second the opened her mouth and yelled in her nasal voice,
"Listen biatch, I am queen around here, and no new skanky-ass bitch is taking my place! OK?"Well, my first response was to run. Erm, NOT. I laughed at her then said
"Sorry jess, there's a new girl in town. I am not a skank, and unlike you I am nice to people, and that makes me more popular. Sorry Jessica, but your days as queen are over!" and with that, I left her, yet again, with her mouth open.
I skipped to music (only in my head, I don't want crazy-new-girl as my new nickname!)
I sat down next to Rosalie and Angela and Alice were at the desk in front of us.
"Bella where were you?" Rosalie hissed "we heard Jessica was on the warpath, but we were already in class by then, and Mr. MacArthur wouldn't let us leave!"
"No, its fine, I'm fine it's all cool" I reassured her "actually, it's Jessica I kinda feel sorry for. Her reputation was created by being a bitch and a slut, and it was so shaky I killed it in one day! Plus I was kind of a bitch to her." I bit my lip guiltily.
Alice whipped round "are you insane?!" she screeched, her pretty elfin features scrunched up in disbelief "that girl has been a bitch to everyone since she was in fake designer diapers and probably got her first nose job when she was three! Whatever you told her, she had it coming!"
I smiled and changed the subject
"Are you guys busy Friday night?"
They shook their heads happily
"Well… if you want… I mean you could…" gawd I've never done this before. Yes I am that sad.
"Spit it out girl!" encouraged Angela
"Do you want to sleep over at my house?"
They looked at each other, before (very creepily, may I add!) simultaneously nodding and yelling
"A reformed sleepover!"
"Coolness!" I squealed, doing my best Jessica impression.
We giggled. God, its fab having girls to giggle around. Boys are good for non-girly stuff, like snogging and whatever, but girls are the best for talking and laughing and having fun!
Of course, boys and girls all together (no, not like that!) are the best. There's fun, laughing, and snogging! What could be better?
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