Two Queens

The Answer I Needed

~Heather~

"So...you accepted the invite?"

A plain expression forms as I look at the mopey brunette beside me, her expression displaying depression and something else as she focused on her work. A small frown sat on her face; her tanned, freckled nose scrunched as she scrawled furiously. If I didn't know any better I'd think she was majorly pissed. 

In fact Courtney seemed a little off right now, too quiet to be happy but also too expressive to be sad. Instead it seemed like she was withholding something purposefully, her basic features disguising something that I had to dig into to distinguish. (Which is a shit ton of work).

But that makes perfect sense in a way. To Courtney, I can't be trusted (even dogs know that). I'm someone that's as slippery as a glass slipper coated in oil, that object being impossible to grasp but also absolutely fabulous. 

So for Courtney to place full trust in me like Bimbo Lindsay was like asking for a miracle. After all, I had selected Courtney for my scheme because she was so sharp and intelligent. I knew that I needed someone who wasn't retarded to help me for once. So naturally a smarter person comes with more complicated issues.

The thing I didn't like was the work tied to those issues.

"Yeah, I did," Courtney continued to write, not bothering to stop. Her tone was plain, simple, a shrug paired with its overall basic-ness. "I thought it'd be nice to have fun with someone my age for once instead of moping about. Plus I need new friends - the old ones were... you know."

A nod is given in response to that, a slight smile forming as I glanced at her. Ok, now that excuse explains the obvious depression/anger. Courtney was tight with her little haggle of nobodies, so separation must be tough. It must be similar to removing a crackhead from their supply. Totally tragic and totally tough. 

But then again, it's for the best that Courtney drops those dead links. I mean they weren't going to get her anywhere anyway, plus they were dragging down her social life. Not to mention they were constant reminders of Gwen and Duncan's horrible betrayal. So in realistic terms Courtney was right to ditch them. In fact she was doing as expected.

It was all part of the plan.

"Well, that's good to hear," The smile on my face seems a little forced now, my eyes darting back to my work. I try to keep the look natural, humming slightly as I pretend to think. "You know Courtney, I was beginning to think you were backing out of the plan. You were just acting so bitchy today."

A small hum comes from Courtney at that, the brunette nodding slightly. Clearly she wasn't paying much attention, instead playing the game in one of the best ways possible. She was using one of my very own tactics: the art of acting like you agree with everything someone says.

What a basic bitch.

I grimace slightly at that thought, knowing that basic Bs were the worst to deal with. Basic Bs were more or less the clones of the school, often taking ideas and using them for their own advantage. Great examples of these are Anne-Maria, Zoey and even Bridgette - all of them having some sort of copied trend or idea. 

The Basic Bitches are more or less the threats to my throne, the group often having a lot more thinking and will power than the usual worker drones of the school, despite being so basic. As a result I often have to look out for them during events such as prom: they always find ways to turn up out of nowhere.

Just like last year...

God, it took so long to fix the mess of last year. I almost became a nobody - that absolutely can't happen again. Definitely not. I'm Heather the beautiful, boss queen of all things to be ruled over until I leave this crappy high school. Once I leave the school can burn for all I care. I just want my name to be preserved.