inspired by some shit that went down in my school only a few weeks before it ended...a girl i was very friendly with got into some trouble with her friends because she was messin around with one of their boyfriends and then continued to sleep around with other guys like she usually does...so i thought why not take real drama and write it into my poor mediocre fanfiction?! this also ties into a huge incident i've had in mind ever since i like...created this human au...i probably should write a whole chapter on this...depending on how much you guys find this interesting muaha

ok enjoy

"Holy crap, did you hear what happened?" One girl leaned over to her friend while they sat at their computers in the library.

"No…wait! I think I do. It's about…her, right?"

The first girl bit her lip and grinned deviously. "Yeah, Clarissa."

The second girl shared her friend's smirk and leaned in close to hear the story as two boys and a girl walked side by side past them and out the library doors.

"Wait," the girl frowned, "So Amanda and Danny WERE broken up when this happened? It's not like, he went to go cheat on her or anything."

"Everyone is saying that," a boy said, "but Danny told me himself that he was still with Amanda when this all happened. He said the guilt is killing him. You know how possessive Amanda can get, y'know."

The boy on the other side of the girl chuckled and shook his head. "Aw man, if I knew it was that easy to get with her, I would've hooked up with her a long time ago."

Groaning at the remark, the girl rolled her eyes and picked up the pace, causing the boys to jog after her. "You're all so disgusting."

The girl, in attempt to get away from the boys, accidentally dripped over a pair of legs and stumbled forward but managed to keep herself stable. She threw a brief apology to another girl, a much shorter and meeker girl who hardly mumbled an "it's okay" back at her. This girl was slowly pulling books out of her locker with her best friend standing above her, the latter shooting a silent glare at the person who gave the weak apology.

The best friend was snapped out of her thought when her friend's tiny voice spoke below her. "Everyone is talking about her…I feel so bad."

"Lee, she's a slut." Her friend said bluntly, a look of distaste etched on her face. "She flirts and sleeps with any guy who looks at her long enough. She'll back stab you next."

Lee slammed her locker, looking hurt at the assumption. "She wouldn't do that. I'm her friend, she knows better. Besides, I don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend."

"Amanda was her friend too." The girl said. "And she slept her boyfriend without a second thought. Also, it doesn't matter if you're in a relationship or not; she will find a way to fuck you over."

"They were broken up."

"For about a week. Seriously, don't frickin talk to her anymore. You'll get hurt and everything will turn to shit."

Lee never responded, but the agony on her face was enough to convince her friend. "I'll talk to her after school."

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After the final bell, students flooded through the hallways and piled out the doors. Some lingered behind and hung around the building or on the the front lawn since it was such a nice day. Lee stepped out into the high afternoon sun and looked around, spotting her short, bulky friend sitting hunched over on the front steps of the school, watching the cars go by. She took her time walking over and as expected, her friend whipped her head around, her brown curls bouncing, a look of panic stretched across her features. Her expression melted away into one of relief.

"Oh Lee, thank God."

"Hey Chica," Lee mumbled, "how you feelin'?" Lee smoothed out her skirt and sat down on the same step as her friend, leaning forward to get a look at her friend's face when she put her head back in the palms of her hand.

"Could…be better." The girl turned her head and forced a smile. "I don't know how but a lot of kids are talking about what happened, but Amanda still doesn't know. Maybe things are going my way this time."

The smile that lacked hope was what killed Lee, but she knew she couldn't agree with her friend anymore. This isn't the first time her friend has gotten in a situation where she ruins relationships and her own reputation. It was the same song and game, so Lee grew indifferent about it. It wasn't until her other friend got the idea in her head that Chica could deceive her too. What frightened her the most is that it could be true.

"Everyone is so fucking mean, they don't know what I go through." Chica said bitterly and looked out onto the street. "I'm always the victim here."

Something hot flared within Lee's stomach and she hesitated over what she was about to say. "Chica…you know you're in the wrong too."

Chica's head swiveled around and looked at her head in disbelief. "Don't tell me people are telling you lies! Of course, they're all talking shit about me to you. Of course, of- fucking- course."

"Clarissa!"

Chica, coiled back at the use of her real name and looked down at her lap. "Clarissa, do you know what you've done? You slept with your friend's ex-boyfriend only a WEEK after they broke up. And you fooled around with someone's boyfriend while they were still together just a couple months prior. Do I have to give more examples?"

The chubby girl was glaring at her hands as her friend reprimanded her actions. She's heard the same speech, and not just from her. "Well, I learned my lesson, okay? You don't need to keep scolding at me like I'm a stupid child."

"Because you are." Lee huffed and gathered her things before standing up and dusting off her skirt. "I need to get home before my brother gets off the bus…but please, think about what's happened. As always, you can call me if you need anything. See you later."

Chica didn't respond as Lee walked off.

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"She's talkin' shit about you."

Lee's eyes grew wide when she heard that. She quickly slammed her locker and was met face to face with her friend. "What? W-who?"

"Chica." She shrugged matter-of-factly with a smug look. "My friend Sara was talking to her and Chica said that she doesn't like how smart and wise you try to act, and you're more like her 'fucking mother' than her best friend.

Cheeks flushed with anger, Lee angrily dug her nails into her books as she stared at the ground below her. "I was only trying to help her."

"Yeah, she said some weird stuff like you only saw her as a baby and secretly hated her and was using her for your own benefits." Her friend didn't have a moment to respond because Lee had already stormed off and walked around her, straight down the hallway.

"Hey!" Her friend shouted, looking bewildered. "Where are you going?" Lee shot a look over her shoulder and hollered back.

"To find Amanda."

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Chica walked into school feeling pretty that morning confident; nothing was bothering her so far, her mom didn't give her any crap about not practicing her singing or going to piano lessons, and most importantly, no one has been approaching her about any of the…"stuff" she's done in the past few months, no matter how far the rumors and stories have spread. She's been having a great streak of luck and she's hoping she won't jinx—

"You. Fucking. Skank!"

Chica's muscles froze stiff. She kept her head in her locker in an attempt to hide herself, silently praying that she wasn't spotted before she felt sharp nails dig into her bare shoulder and forced her to turn around, looking face to face with the last girl she wanted to confront.

"Aren't you just the nastiest person to ever fucking walk this earth," Amanda literally spat on Chica's face, the latter feeling a few specks hit her cheek which made her flinch. "You are absolutely disgusting; sleeping with my fucking ex-boyfriend only a GODDAMN week after we broke up? Are you fucking DUMB? You couldn't keep your legs closed for more than a few minutes? You are so fucking gross and STUPID."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Chica croaked and then gasped when Amanda shoved her into the lockers from the death grip she had on her shoulder. The girl pointed an accusing finger right in Chica's face, locking eyes with her in a furious glare that made the shorter girl breathless and trembling.

"I thought you were my friend but you clearly only care about blowing random guys and fucking up people's lives. You are scum, you are worthless and I never want to fucking talk to you ever again."

She released Chica, but not before giving her a final shove against the lockers again, making Chica grunt and squint through watery eyes to see Amanda stand back and give one last sneer.

"WHORE!"

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"I-I can't stand looking at you right now!"

"Bonnie, please can you JUST listen-"

"NO! I don't want to! I don't want to see you, I don't w-want to hear you right now! You...you..."

"What is it? What am I?!"

"You WHORE!"

Flecks of his spit hit her in the cheek and eye from how close their faces got to each other in the heat of the moment. She had never seen his pale cheeks get that red, never from anger or anguish. She never knew how much his veins pulsed again his temple when he yelled, practically screamed in her face because he'd never done it before, at least not to her. He growled that word with such venom, like he was hoping it would stab her in the heart and make her weak. And it did.

He called her a whore but she didn't have anything to say back. She was immune to that word, and then she wasn't. Women in the restaurant would whisper it to each other and she wouldn't care, but when someone who knows her, someone who she put her trust into and when that person throws her biggest, patronizing secret right back at her, it left he feeling more than just weak. She was worthless, and she knew it.

Bonnie stormed out of their bedroom. She could barely make out the sound of Mike's hollering down the hallway at Bonnie, asking if there was something wrong. Mike went unnoticed.

Chica slapped her hands over her mouth, trying with every muscle in her face to keep from crying. She held her breath, kept her lips sealed tight in a straight line, and hunched her shoulders, holding down the sobs. Within seconds of replaying their whole fight inside her head and what he said and what she knew was true, she began to crumple. Her shoulders shook violently, her breathing was becoming erratic and her mouth trembled when she tried to act it off. Worst of all, she knew Freddy was standing behind her, just as ashamed but knowing full well that his pain did not compare to hers right now. And yet, she still felt it was all her fault and she shouldn't have a reason to be acting this way. But it was all true-

"Oh my God," she moaned out loud and began wailing. She collapsed onto her knees, her hair halfway out of her ponytail flipped over in her face as her body gave out and she pressed her quaking body against the edge of her bed, her hands now covering just her eyes and the mascara that began running down her cheeks.

"Oh my fucking God," she sobbed and croaked, sniffled and inhaled and then continued bawling her sorrows out into her bed sheets, blaming herself and feeling just as useless as the dirt on the ground.

She felt a couple of fingers tenderly move her hair away from her face which forced her to shove her face into her mattress anyway. The position of her blankets shifted when Freddy took a seat on her bed, right next to her crying form. He pressed his palm to her scalp, as gentle as he could, and began soothing it out.

"We were all at fault." Freddy murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Don't beat yourself down. We'll get through this."

This made her cry louder in agony as her body slowly curled itself into a ball that remained leaning against the bed, Freddy insisting and using as much force as he could to pull the young woman from the ground and on her bed. The events of the fight still shaken them both, they didn't have much contact with each other in those few quiet hours. Just Freddy stroking a mess of hair and Chica winding down on her crying; whimpering and groaning even when all her tears were dried out.