Bully

Chapter 20

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Jordan's point of view
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School went back to the way it has always been. The Dru drama is over since she said sorry and I forgave her.
Anika and Elisabeth were a little less merciful.
I started going to my tree regularly again. This time with either Anika, Elisabeth or Ian.
I continue my training for my big competition, which is in a week. We're training everyday from 4:30-9:30. With a half hour break to eat.
Lexi seems to have not gotten the hint that I forgave Dru. She is still really rude. Whatever Dru knows she must really not want out.
I walk out of the arena slowly, not wanting to get home sooner then I have to. The smell from the pool tingles my noise but I missed the smell so much. The smell and the sound. The smell of chlorine and the sound of the water banging up against the side of the pool. This is where I grew up. Where I live.
I sigh and walk towards my moms car. She's looking intently at her phone screen.
"What are you looking at?" I ask curiously.
"The news." She responds in a dull voice. "This is not good."
"What?"
"The rumours. So many rumours." My mom mumbles.
"Mom, you feeling okay?"
"Great. Fine. Fantastic." She does not sound fantastic though.
"Rumours about what?" I ask, still curious.
"Everything that's happened. You're pretty much famous, but not in a good way."
"What could people have possibly made up? Didn't we sort everything out!"
"That's what I thought too."
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Dru's point of view
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The news is officially my worst enemy.
I always watch the news to keep up to date on the weeks daily drama. Well turns out this week I'm the daily drama. There are so many rumours on what happened with Jordan and I. I'm can't keep count.
•I killed her dog
•She tried to drown me
•We Were trying to escape the country because out parents are secretly spies
(That's not necessarily wrong)
And plenty other false things.
I decided to quit swimming. I thought maybe I could try cheerleading. I cannot. I tried gymnastics. Bad idea. I decided to go with tennis. Why not? Tennis is cool.
I watch the screen with a sort of interest. Where do these ideas come from? People have amazing imaginations.
I turn off the TV, sick of the lies. I'm sick of the lies. Me. The queen of lies. Well, not any more.
I walk over to my phone that hasn't stopped beeping for the past hour.
I stare at the screen. Some people don't known when to stop. Something I just recently learned.
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