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Over the next three weeks, Ciel had been spending a lot of time with Grelle and the others. He hated that he had actually started enjoying the female companionship. It was a nice change being 'one of the girls' instead of just hanging out with Sebastian all the time, though he wouldn't admit it aloud.

Today, Ciel hadn't even stopped by his locker after school to meet up with Sebastian. He had gone straight from seventh period to the parking lot where he found Grelle, Lizzy, Meyrin, and Bard - who was now dating Meyrin - at Grelle's light maroon Porsche. Normally Ciel would walk home, but today at lunch Grelle had finally invited him to her house.

"Ciel!" Meyrin squealed when she caught sight of him, waving. She stayed in Bard's arms, but the sudden outburst had caught the attention of the other two.

"Oh, Ciel!" Grelle said with a spiked-tooth grin. "We weren't expecting you for another few minutes. We figured you'd be inside with Sebastian for a while longer."

"I was excited, so I decided to hurry." Ciel put his bag in the trunk with the rest of them and turned to Grelle with a laugh. "I should probably text Sebastian."

Grelle held up a hand. "Don't worry. I got it." She pulled out her iPhone and dialed his number, putting it to her ear. "Bassy, darling. Ciel is with me." Pause. "Well, don't seem so happy," she said sarcastically. "Would you like a ride home?" Another pause. She rolled the yellow-green eyes of hers. "We're going to my house." Yet another pause. "It's not like I'm going to be with them all night. You can come over later." She growled at the next intervention of Sebastian's. "Well, I'm so sorry for stealing your best friend away from you!" She took the phone away from her ear and slammed her finger on the 'end' button. Turning back to the group, she put on too-happy, almost forced smile. "So, let's be off, then!"

The ride to Grelle's house was uneventful and truly very boring. Ciel gazed out the window expressionless the majority of the time, making few comments to the 'girl talk.' When they arrived, Grelle walked in the door and shouted, "Mom, we're here!"

A dashing woman - with the same color hair as Grelle's and red eyes that resembled spider lilies in full bloom - walked into the living area with a martini in one hand and a cigarette in another. "Oh, my girls!" she squealed, making her way toward them all. She kissed them all on both cheeks starting with Grelle, then Meyrin and onto Lizzy. She reached Ciel and put the cigarette to her lips, offering her hand. "Hello, dear, nice to meet you. I'm Angelina, but you can call me mom."

"Don't listen to her," Grelle threw over her shoulder. "She's a freak."

"Oh, is that new teen slang for cool?" Angelina questioned, following after her daughter. "Come on, tell me about school. You girls seeing anyone new? Meyrin, how's the situation with Bard? Lizzy, did you pass that math test? Oh and new guy, you seem gay. Are you gay?"

Ciel didn't know what to do or say, so he just followed the girls all the way to Grelle's room. If there was ever a point of having too much of one color in a room, Grelle had gone way past that mark. The walls were red, the desk was covered in red, the sheets were red, almost everything in her closet was red, even the carpet was red, there was even a lounge chair in the corner that was also red. After a good full minute of staring at all of that disgusting color, Ciel shook himself mentally.

"So… Is your mom always like that?" Ciel asked, walking further into the room.

Grelle shrugged. "I've just come to ignore her." She laid down on her canopy bed, eyes on the ceiling.

Meyrin walked over to the body-length mirror standing next to a window. She pulled her shirt up just under her breasts and sighed sadly. "God, I have gained so much weight recently. Do these look like stretch marks?" she asked, fear in her voice.

Lizzy came over and twirled in the mirror then whined. "My outfits have been so dull lately! I mean these uniforms are so not cute, but I've always made them a little bit cuter!"

Grelle ended up joining them and took her jacket off. She fingered her collarbones, whimpering. "At least neither of you have man shoulders. Do you know how horrible it is when Sebastian comments about them during sex?!"

They all three turned to Ciel when he said nothing. "Well," Grelle quipped, "don't you hate something, too?"

Ciel thought for a moment, not really hating anything about himself. "I have two different eye colors…" he said, not really caring, though. They all three nodded while agreeing.

"You know, I heard you can like surgically change your eye colors or something," Meyrin said before relaxing into the lounge chair. "Like really change them."

"Please," Lizzy replied, waving her hand, "that's totally not even possible."

A knock on the door made all their eyes turn. Angelina poked her head in with a wide grin. "Girls, I just finished putting together my new summer line. Who wants to model?"

All three girls squealed and stood back up, running from the room. "We'll be back, Ciel!" Grelle called over her shoulder as she raced the other two downstairs.

This was the moment Ciel had been waiting for. He instantly began rummaging through drawers, looking through the closet. He finally decided to check under the mattress and he found exactly what he was looking for.

Grelle Sutcliff's diary.

OMG Diary it's finally happened! Bassy and I are FINALLY dating!

Bleh, boring.

Anal. All I ever get is anal. It doesn't feel good for me. Sebastian needs to stop only wanting anal!

Uhh… EW! Ciel did not want to read about their sex life, no matter how horrible it was for her. His eyes continued to scroll as his fingers flipped through the pages. Finally, he stopped flipping and stared at a page with wide, unblinking eyes.

Oh my god.

HellsButler A/N: What do you think he found in Grelle's diary? lazybear28 knows. Intuitive little shit. Anyway. So disclaimer for the frankly, disturbingly obvious Mean Girls reference. It was just too good of an opportunity to pass up.

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