English Class

February 2nd

9:25 a.m.

BigRedHead: Remember she called me fat?

SpanishHawttie: Oh, she is so dead.

BOCD Lunchroom

February 2nd

12:31 p.m.

Massie walked right into Table 17, where her ex-friends, soon to be new-friends, sat.

Alicia was doing her nails, Dylan was scarfing down a strawberry milkshake, Claire was finishing up some homework, and Kristen was tying her soccer shoes.

"Hey!" Massie arrived, her shoes clacking against the floor. She pulled up a seat.
"I couldn't wait, I just wanted to come ay-sap. We need to go to the spa after school, so we can make plans now!"

"Um, well...." Alicia said. Then she straightened up, trying to show off her posture. She knew that she had to tell Massie the truth, and destroy her confidence.

"Massie Block?"

"Yes?"

"Did you hit your head against something?"

"No."

"Then why are you acting like you have anesthesia?"

"Excuse me?"

"Do you remember what you said to Dylan and Claire?"

"No, why would I?" Massie said, looking at her red nails.

"Well, you said some really rude things about them. Stuff that will scar them for life. You can't just expect us to give you your friendship back, like you didn't say anything."

Massie froze. She thought it was going to be easy getting them back. She thought that they had been waiting for her. She got up from her chair and grabbed the microphone from a near by stand. She jumped up on the stage, excited for what she was going to say.

"Hey!" She waited for the crowd to start cheering, but instead everyone had started booing. Massie was their number one enemy now. She could see Derrington, not booing, but just sitting with his face down.

"I know you all down like me...but wait until you hear the juicy gossip I know." She smirked right in the direction of her ex-friends. The crowd leaned in.

"Did you know that Dylan Marvil is a size 6 and weighs 200 pounds?" The crowd gasped, with Chris sinking to the floor.

"And did you know that Claire Lyons used to shop at TJMAXX?" The crowd shrieked, Cam rolling his eyes.

"And Alicia Rivera is NAWT spanish. She's actually Alicia Rivers."

"And Kristen...where do I begin with her? She's poor, lives in an apartment, and has over-protective parents." She looked over at them, and they all were staring back at her, hate filled in their eyes. She looked at the crowd, who were laughing at the gossip she had just given. She knew it was wrong, but it was what she had to do. She jumped off the stage, and ran to Table 17.

"You embarrass me...I'll embarrass you." She smirked, and slapped Alicia in the face.