Good Girl Goes Bad

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"I heard Blaire got pregnant with Dillon's kid. That's why Callie freaked out and asked what 'it' said. She was talking about a pregnancy test."

"No, I heard that Callie's the pregnant one. Her and Lorenzo and Blaire all talked and Callie refused to be the person who looked at her test. She had Blaire tell her what it said, which is why she was so freaked out. I mean, come on. She hasn't even known Blaire for a week. Why would Blaire getting pregnant freak Callie out?"

"Okay, while I admit that make sense, what kind of person would read another girl's pregnancy test? Don't you like, pee on it?"

"Yeah dude! Gross, right?"

"Totally."

Callie rolls her eyes at Blaire as they walk behind the two gossiping freshman. It's not even the start of eighth hour and they've both heard too many stories about what supposedly happened during their talk.

"I would expect at least one rumor to be close to correct," Blaire grumbles as they walk into the class.

"Yeah, right. I know you lived in a small town before this, but you can't really expect nice, realistic rumors, can you?" Callie replys as they sit down. Blaire just laughs in response.

"You're coming over after school, right?" Callie asks about halfway into their classwork.

"Sure! I have to see my mom at some point though," Blaire laughs. The teacher shoots the girls a glare and both lower their voices.

"Don't worry, I will take you home tonight. I would love to have you stay the night, but I unfortunantly have to go pick up my loser of a brother from the airport. He's staying here for a week. Joy," sarcasm drips from Callie's voice, making Blaire wonder what was going on there.

"You sound like you just love having him here," Blaire giggled.

"Oh yes! I certainly love his constant drinking mixed with the fact that he's an angry drunk. And who doesn't just love having their house smell like weed for months after he leaves? Oh, and I can't forget the fact that he thinks he owns the place. He yells at my dad, bosses me around, and even used to have the nerve to call my mom names. I just can't wait for him to come for his anual visit," Callie's response has Blaire laughing so hard, she's shaking. Somehow she manages to keep sound from escaping, but her bright red face attracts the teachers attention yet again.

"So where does he live?" Blaire asks when she feels it's safe to talk again.

"Florida. I can't help but wish I could say China," Callie growls.

"Well he just sounds like a delight. Do I get to have the pleasure of meeting him?" Blaire asks.

Callie rolls her eyes and answers with a quick, "sure, maybe once. I'm guessing I'm going to be spending more time at your house than mine this week though."

The girls work in silence for the rest of the class, mainly because they want to listen to all the gossip going on around them. The rumors about their conversation ranged from pregnancy to death notes, hitting almost everything in between. The two had to snort back laughter at every insane guess they heard. When the bell rang, both headed for Callie's red Mustang.

"When are you getting a car?" Callie asks as they get settled in.

"Whenever my mom gets the time to take me car shopping. I have my licence," Blaire replies.

"Oh, nice. I was just wondering since you guys are rich," Callie laughs.

"Not as rich as you! And besides, why would a pregnant and apprently dead girl need a car," Blaire barely gets the sentence out before bursting into laugher. Callie laughs so hard her eyes start tearing up, making both of the girls glad she hasn't started driving yet.

The drive to Callie's house was quick, and the girls spent it singing along to Thrift Shop by Maklemore. As soon as they pulled up to the house, Callie shoved Blaire's backpack at her.

"I thought I'm only going to be here until you went to get your brother," Balire says, confused.

"You are, but Dillon's number is in there, and you aren't leaving until you text him," Callie says as she smiles mischeviously. Blaire sticks her toungue out at her blond friend before grabbing the crinkled paper out of the bag. She types Dillon's number into her phone and shows it to Callie.

"Satisfied?" she asks.

"Nope! Not until you text him. But you can leave your backpack in here now." Blaire tosses her bag back into the back seat of the car and gets out, following Callie up to her door. The girls go into Callie's room and plop right back onto the beds they had gotten out of that morning.

"Want to know something fnny?" Blaire asks Callie.

"I'm not talking to you until you text him," Callie says with a sly grin. Blaire snorts and types out a quick message.

Hey it's Blaire.

"There," Blaire growls as she shows Callie the sent message.

"Thank you! Now what's funny?" Callie asks.

"The fact that I was friends with my old best friend for years and I've barely know you for a day,but I feel like you're a closer friend than she is," Blaire admits. Callie laughs as Blaire finishes.

"Sounds like you guys weren't very good friends then. How often did you hang out outside of school," Callie inquires.

"Maybe once every one or two months. Not very often," Blaire sighs.

"Point made." Both girls jump as Blaire's phone vibrates. Sure enough, it's a text from Dillon.

How much do you remember from the party?

"How do I answer that?" Blaire growls, butterflies filling her stomache. It was a weird feeling, one she had never really felt before. Blaire had never really been into boys. Sure, she'd been on a date or two, kissed a few boys, but she had never actually had feelings for anyone. It would be her luck to fall for the bad boy.

"Just give a quick summary of what you remember and what I told you," Callie instructs.

Umm just that we played pong together, danced a little, then went to a room and made out. You tired to go farther, I said no, and you backed off.

Satisfied with her response, Blaire pressed send. Her and Callie sat in silence for a few minutes, both playing games on their phones. But the instant Blaire's phone went off again, Callie was right next to her, reading over her shoulder.

Are you sure I backed off?

A few seconds later, before either girl had a chance to finish reading the message, Blaire's phone buzzed again.

Never mind, I don't think this is a conversation to have over text. Where are you?

Blaire glanced at Callie, who had one eyebrow raised.

My friend Callie's house.

His next reply came quickly, and both girls were waiting for it.

How far away from your house?

"Okay, this is getting a little weird," Callie murmurs, but doesnt stop Blaire from answering.

Five minutes.

"I know, but I have to know if he remembers more than us," Blaire explains as she waits for an answer.

Give me your address and meet me there in ten minutes.

"Are you sure you want to give him that information?" Callie whispers as Blaire starts to type. Blaire nods, sends her address, and looks at Callie.

"I guess it's time for me to go home."