Chapter 5

"How'd you get out of mediation?" Rosie's friend asked, amazed.

Rosie smiled as she remembered exactly how everything happened. "I just talked my way out of it. Carter and I just agreed to act like we're over it so we can have our lunch period back."

"How could you even talk to her after she attacked you?"

Rosie shrugged. "It's not that hard. Besides, the enemy of my enemy is my friend sort of deal."

"Huh?"

Rosie rolled her eyes. "We both hate going so yeah… we just agreed to play nice so we don't have to go." She broke it down the best she could and was relieved when her friend nodded.

"What's that?" one of her other friends asked, pointing at her wrist.

Rosie quickly realized and pulled her arm under the table. "A new bracelet." She stuttered.

"You got a rocker bracelet?" another one of them spat.

She shrugged. "It looked awesome so I got it…" she avoided their stares. "What does it matter anyway? Your shoes don't match your outfit." She stated, taking a sip of her water.

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"Carter!" One of her friends screamed and jumped on her and gave her a huge hug. "How the fuck did you get out of therapy?"

Carter smiled. "Exactly how Rosie said we would." She looked up towards Rosie table and caught a glimpse of her perfect teeth.

"When I saw her come in the café, I thought she fed you to the dogs."

Carter shook her head and smiled at their secret and successful get away. "So, what's for lunch?"

"Pizza… what's that around your neck?" Carter sank into her seat and gulped.

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Carter nuzzled deeper into her pillow and pulled out her sketch pad.

Dear Sketchbook,

I got out of mediation with Rosie's brilliant plan. We acted like a couple, but it was weird. She kissed me, but not on the lips, but she was really close. I sort of wanted her to kiss me. It was weird… I don't know how else to describe it. I would have kissed her when we played gay chicken, but I completely pussied out… and she ran. And she still has my cuff… and I still have her necklace, but I guess I won't remind her right away. I don't care how creepy that seems.

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"Rosalinda, why didn't you tell me you got into a fight?"

Rosie looked down at her plate. "Because, it was nothing, Mother."

"You getting into scuffles at school is unacceptable." She sighed. "And who's this trash that attacked you."

Rosie shook her head. "It doesn't matter. We resolved it." She looked down at the leather cuff. "It was a misunderstanding."

"I don't want to hear that you're turning into one of those trashy girls…" Rosie sighed and played with her food.

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Carter raced down the halls with a stack of paper, completely red with anger. "Rosie!" She called out from down the hall and finally reached Rosie, who had a huge smile on her face.

"Yes, Carter?" she asked innocently.

"You put these in my locker!" she said and shoved the papers into her hands.

Rosie examined the papers. Leukemia Fund Raiser. "Why are you angry?" she asked sweetly.

"B-because you broke into my locker, shoved a stack of these in my locker and when I opened it, they spilled all over the floor."

"Was your stuff ruined?" Carter shook her head and tried to speak. "Was anything missing?" She shook her head again and attempted to speak once more. "Then, why are you mad?" She asked with a huge smile plastered across her face.

"Ugh, I don't have time for this!" she shouted as she turned to stomp away.

Rosie waved. "I can't wait to see you there!"

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"I thought me and her were cool. Why does she keep fuckin' with me?" Carter huffed with her back against her bed.

"I dunno." Jaqulyn stated as she looked through her FaceBook®. "But you have to know that you can't be friends with a prep. They're all skanks." She stated blatantly.

Carter shook her head. "I want to go on after you." Jaqulyn agreed with a nod. "It just bothers me. I mean, I thought it would be different here, but it's just like my old school."

"How's that?" she asked dully.

She shrugged. "Everyone's just so separated and close minded. If there were just a few who didn't care about social status', maybe…"

"We'd all get along?" Jaqulyn mocked. "Well, it's not like that. You can't force people to change who aren't willing. "That's just how it is."

"It sucks. Why don't I care who belongs under which label and everyone else does?" she said as she played with the loose stands in her rug. "I just hate feeling like the only one."

"If you're going to live here, I suggest you get a new attitude."

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Rosie scrolled through her webpage. Five event invites, two birthday's, and one new friend request. She clicked on the friend request and grew disappointed when she saw it was just someone from a party her mother threw last weekend.

Confirm…

She typed in the search engine who she really wanted to see: Carter Mason. Her page popped up and she began to scroll through. Interested In: …she left it blank. Relationship Status: Single. Rosie looked through her entire page, through all of the photos, and even her past status updates. Ugh, I resorted to internet stalking… I guess this is the safest way…

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Carter finally had her turn at her laptop, and she looked at the screen, puzzled. New Message? She sat down and opened up the window. Rosie?

RFiore490: Can you come over after school tomorrow?

Mason94: Why should I?

RFiore490: I know we got a good grade for our first report, but it's annoying playing e-mail tag with our essays.

Mason94: I suppose.

RFiore490: So, right after school?

Mason94: Yeah, sure.

RFiore490: Okay, I'll drive you. Just wait for me after 8th.

Mason94: k. See you tomorrow, Princess.

RFiore490: 'Night, Freak Show.

Mason94: Mason94 signed off 6:37 p.m.

RFiore490: RFiore490 signed off 6:37

Carter leaned back onto her chair and pursed her lips together. This girl is insane.

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Rosie waved Carter down in the parking lot. She was standing in front of her metallic baby blue BMW convertible. "I don't get you." Carter said as she walked over to the car.

"What's there to get?"

"You make fun of me, and we get into a fight." She said as she closed the door. "Then you're nice to me. Then you break into my locker, then you invite me over…"

"We have to work on our project." She stated as she pulled out of the school's parking lot. "Are you hungry?"

"I guess… See? That's what I'm talking about!"

"What?"

"You flop back and forth with how you treat me!"

"I was being polite." She sighed. "When have I ever been rude?"

Carter laughed. "The first day we met!"

Rosie looked confused. "I was completely nice."

"Not exactly. You said I have a boys name."

"You do."

Carter fell silent to think. "Well, you stared me down at Applebee's." she recalled.

"You have piercings."

"So?"

"If you look around the school, no one else has piercings like yours." Carter looked at the side mirror and pulled at her snake bites. "Usually people have the belly ring, or the eye brow ring or even their nose but no one here has something you have."

Carter nodded. "Well, what about when you broke into my locker?" She paused. "How did you break into my locker?"

"Well, I didn't damage anything." Rosie stated. No harm, no foul, right? "I'm Junior Class President. I have access to the entire school. I've been building up a reputation in this town for ten years. They trust me."

Carter began to play with her fishnets. "So, what made you want to be president anyway?"

Rosie shrugged. "I just like helping people, I suppose." She said as they pulled into their final destination. "So, are you coming to the Leukemia Fund Raiser? I sent you like a thousand invites." They laughed.

"Maybe. I thought I wouldn't have anything decent to wear." Carter recalled one of their first conversations.

"You can borrow one of my dresses. It's a banquet so you're basically dressing like you're going to your Junior High School Prom." Carter looked down at her feet as she followed Rosie into her house. She was right. I don't have anything t wear for it. "You can borrow one of my dresses. You look like you're almost my height… you're just slightly taller."

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Rosie's room looked like a bed room you would see in a magazine. There was absolutely no indication that the room has occupancy. There weren't any pictures up, or books laying around. It was just so plain.

"You may sit anywhere." Rosie stated as she opened her closet. "I have a bunch of dresses for you to try on."

"I thought we were going to work on the project." Carter turned around from the computer chair and immediately turned her attention to Rosie's closet. "Whoa." Rosie turned around. "You do graffiti?"

"I suppose, if you want to call it that."

"It's just, weird." Rosie looked at her puzzled. "It's just your room is so… so plain and your closet… your closet is so different." She trailed her fingers across the inside of the closet door and studied the different writings and colors inside of it.

"Well, I wouldn't possibly show my mother this." Rosie pulled out a dress. "I have to replace the closet door if we ever move. She'd kill me if she knew I did this."

"Why don't you do any of this at school?"

Rosie laughed. "Are you kidding? They would eat me alive!" She said half jokingly. "They already expect so much from me, and if they knew I could do this, they would either turn me away or want me to paint murals for them."

"Miss Modest?"

Rosie shook her head. "It's true. Once they found out I was able to touch-type, that's all I did for an entire summer." She cleared her throat. "This would go with your blue streaks." She held a sparkling deep purple dress next to Carter who just stared at it. "…Try it on."

"Here?"

"You can go into my closet and change." She said and turned the light on inside her closet.

Carter took the dress and looked it over before stepping into her "changing area". What the hell? Carter looked down at the pillow and blanket, puzzled.

A/N: I want to have Ch 6 up by the end of this week. I already know where I'm going with this story, but I'm always open to suggestions. Reviews? Comments?