Something was amiss. No, something wasn't right. Wendy could clearly see but not pinpoint it. It hadn't been hard to notice, and the black haired girl was sure that she wasn't the only one that noticed it. But something had changed over the weekend and the way her girl friend acted was making it painfully obvious. Or at least it was this obvious for her.
From a safe distance Wendy watched how Bebe talked with the brown haired girl. In the back of her mind she still wasn't sure if it was okay to give her best friend control over the council again for this matter but the girls had voted and so it was Bebes' turn once again. Besides it wasn't a matter of their list-making, it was a matter of a new member to the council.
Yet Wendy couldn't squish the worry, her eyes narrowed as she caught Blake tucking down her sleeves once more. The girl didn't seem to listen to what her blond best friend was talking about but still nodded every few seconds to display some kind of sign that she was still listening. The blank look and those shifting eyes said otherwise. It was weird to see her go back to that blank look when days ago the brunette had started to show more emotions more openly.
The black haired girls mind was running miles per hour now, connecting facts she didn't saw as relevant before. Butter had stuck like glue to Blake during school hours a behavior she wasn't sure she had seen before. The boys had been mumbling about some follower drop and she had confirmed that when she snooped around online a little in between classes. Then there was the fact that Blake had been focused on Cartman too. It was a fixation the new girl wasn't known for to have. Wendy wasn't completely sure yet but maybe all these things were connected after all.
A stack of pink papers tucked together to a little hand book was given to Blake by Bebe. Wendy mused for a moment how Blake would take to the law of sparkle. It was something every girl knew about and considering most thought of her as boy so far made her curious if she had seen something like this before in another town.
Shaking her head Wendy turned back to the matter had hand. Her eyes watched how Blake tucked away the hand book into her bag. Bebe was telling her something again and Blake nodded to it. The blond girl appeared to be pleased and with a swift move she patted the brown haired girl's upper arm before she left. This was when Wendy caught it. Blake had winced, like Bebes' touch had hurt the girl. Not only that but the moment Bebes' hand was no longer on her, she had taken a few steps back, creating more distance. The tucking on her sleeves seemed to also have increased now.
Wendy's eyes were narrowed as she watched the brunette leave. Something was wrong that she was sure now. There were just too many signs. Taking out her phone Wendy hurriedly made her way home so she could make use of her laptop too. This was something Call Girl would have to look into more. With the percentage of idiots, adults, teenager and children alike, in this town, there was a high chance to find out more online.
A little while later, Buttlord stepped out of the back door of Raisins, tucking on her sleeves. Additional to her usual Buttlord outfit she was wearing a green jacked that matched; a black nerv sniper was slung over her right shoulder while a rather big black sport back hung on her left. She let out a deep sigh of relieve. It looked like her little incident had a few plus points to it. Mercedes had pretty much kicked her out on forced vacation till her arms and legs were free of bruises again. Thank god these girls didn't know that concealer could also cover up these marks. It spared her from working there for a while and to think up a different excuse of why she wasn't going to work today.
Under normal circumstances she would go and report back to Professor Chaos about her not having to work today. But today wasn't normal. Her phone peeped up and she glanced at it, recognizing the number that was added just a few hours before. She swiped over the screen and read the message.
-Where the fuck are you? I am at the gate waiting! –
One blink, two blinks, three blinks. Then a string of curses that rushed through her mind as she realized that talking with Bebe as well as Mercedes lecture had taken more time than thought. Stuffing the phone back into her pocket Buttlord made a run for it. Taking all the short cuts she knew about.
For a moment she cursed that she couldn't use fast travel points like she did before, despite them not working the way in reality like they did in their fantasy. They still helped getting faster from point A to B. So because of that Buttlord arrived at the meeting point, sweaty and out of breath. She huffed in exhaustion and was bending over to catch her breath. Her hands were tucked into her sleeve as they rested on her knees. Then a pair of brown combat boots entered her field of vision.
"Took you long enough to get here. I am already out for 2 hours." The voice was clearer than the past couple of times she had heard it. Blinking a few times she looked up at the boy before her. He stood there with crossed arms and a smirk on his face.
"Don't care how but you got me out." He shrugged his shoulder carelessly. "So what's the plan now?"
Buttlord blinked with a blank face before getting out her phone, she typed something in and showed the display to him. Her eyes sparkled in amusement when the blond boy grimaced and glared at her. Who would have thought that 15.837 names on a petition would have been enough to get Trent Boyett out in one day? She had submitted that list this morning before school and now the kid was already on free foot… well free foot with restrictions.
"….thanks…" That low mumble got Buttlord out of his thoughts and she blinked surprised a few more times. For a moment she thought she imaged it but the way Trent glared at her now made her think otherwise. Her libs tucked upwards but she refrained from smiling as she showed the black sports back into his hands before stepping into a safe distance again and tucking her sleeves over her hands again.
"What the…?" Trent eyed her critically and she motioned for him to open the bag. Once he did he looked closer at the items in the back. "Where the hell would you get this stuff?"
She shrugged, but did take note of the blond boy's excited grin. Raising an eyebrow Buttlord send him a questioning look the blond didn't seem to notice at all. "This is going to get good. What do people like to say? Revenge is a dish best served cold? This time its best served flaming hot!"
A glare replaced her blank look and she quickly typed something into her phone before she rudely showed it in front of his face. This stuff was not for his revenge it was for her villain plan.
-That's not for your revenge on the kids that got you in there in the first place! Besides I didn't get you out just so that you can sent yourself in there again!-
Trent clicked his tongue annoyed but relented anyway, despite being a mean kid, he was also one to keep his word, as long as one doesn't cross him. Closing the bag, Trent slung it over his shoulder with a minimal frustrated huff. He would get his chance, though he wasn't entirely sure that he had enough patience for that.
"Don't get your panties in a twist." His eyes narrowed as his attention was turned to Buttlord now. "Where to now? You got some secret base or are we going directly for the kid that crossed you wrong?"
Buttlord shook her head, absent minded she tucked at her sleeves again. For a moment it seemed like she was thinking about something. She pointed in a direction and started walking that way, fully expecting Trent to follow her. When she noticed that he didn't, she looked over her shoulder sending him a questioning look once again.
"Was that a no to secret base, or a no to going after the other kid?" Trent asked masking his confusion before he moved to go with her. "Pretty sure I fucking told you before but talking helps a lot when you communicate with others."
Buttlord gave him a look as she continued walking and led the way. Trent smirked. "Well fuck you too."
Call Girl stared wide eyed at the laptop screen. This wasn't good. She backtracked a random posed she had come across by accident. It was a random post by some sixth grader. Nothing special really, but for some reasons she couldn't leave it alone. So she looked through the likes and comments. Then though other posts that had similar tags.
She had found a few more like that from other sixth graders. It was like they all were proud of the same thing. Bulling a fourth grader. That really was nothing new to her, they were jerks after all.
But then Call Girl had found a rather particular comment under one of these posts.
-Bet you assholes are so proud of yourself! Just wait till we burn it with your rewards.-
Following that were a bunch of sixth graders not taking the kid that commented serious and taunting them. Clicking on the username, Call Girl found the profile of a fourth grader, Steven Michels. An ordinary boy, black hair, brown eyes, likes toy models, dislikes jerks. She read through a few of his recent posts but there was nothing in that stuck out like that one comment he made on a post. The word 'rewards' was something that made it stand out to her the most.
So she went through the once he liked and found out that the boy liked a bunch of posts from Blake, Butters and a kid named Dougie. Two of three she knew were villains for sure. Going with a gut feeling she searched out the boys Coonstagram, and bingo.
A photo of the Steven dressed like a Chaos Minion stared back at her from her laptop screen. Call Girl smiled in satisfaction. So the sixth graders and their villains had a feud or something because of a kid that good bullied. Maybe it had been another Minion. She tucked that information to the back of her mind for later.
Going back to her original search Call Girl came blinked when she found a post from the Coon. It wasn't the first post she had seen from him during this search but this one made her wonder. Usually the Coon's post spoke of him being a great hero and all. Nothing new for that kids ego. But this one there was a bit different. Next to the usual there was something that mentioned sixth graders were more useful than they thought.
Suddenly the information Call Girl found before resurfaced and she hurriedly clicked back towards the Chaos Minion and reread through what she had found earlier. A sickening feeling started to form in her stomach.
The Coon was using the sixth graders to defeat the villains.
Eyes wide Call Girl reached for her phone. She had to inform the Freedom Pals! This could lead to something very ugly, if Coon was really doing that, especially when Coon was the one behind it.
Unknowingly in her hurry she pressed the F5 button to refresh her browsers, while impatiently waiting for Toolshed to pick up.
"Come on, come on, pick up…" She muttered. Then her eyes went back to the screen as a new post appeared because of the refresh at the same time her call was sent to the mail box.
"NO! They got it wrong!" A picture of ball shooters pointed at a group of super heroes was displayed accompanied with the text: -This is what appends to those that hire sixth graders for their dirty work. In the name of Chaos we shall punish them!-
Call Girl ran, she needed to get to that location fast. The picture was enough of a hint to her to know where she needed to go. Hopefully she would get there in time to prevent the worst from happening.
And that was it for this chapter. I hope you guys liked it, we got some Call Girl / Wendy action. Feetback is always welcomed!
Oh and I got some news. Starting from last Tuesday I officially got a paid internship / part time job thing. Means freetime / writing time gets cut by half at least. So sorry if future updates take longer from now on. But I will still try to update at least once a week! Maybe I will manage to make Sunday my update date from now on... we will see on that.
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