"we should all team up, and do each other's revenge!"
eleanor and y/n looked at each other in silence for about 3 seconds then started busting out laughing. "oh you're serious." eleanor said when drea didn't say anything. "absolutely not." y/n added on. "why?" drea questioned. "um, because we're not capable?" y/n answered. "i cant do revenge. i mean, is 'do revenge' even like, correct grammar?" eleanor said, standing up. y/n followed her. "oh, i'm sorry schoolhouse rock! are you dragging my sentence structure right now?" drea asked eleanor. "yes, i am actually." y/n said. "and we could get very caught! we could be expelled! we could not graduate!" eleanor said, trying to prove her point.
"we won't get caught. that's the whole point! nobody knows we know each other, right?" drea said. "uh, actually yes. i sat with eleanor at the assembly this morning.." y/n said. "okay, cool, y/n, just don't hang with eleanor anymore." drea said. "come on, man! really?" eleanor said. "yes. nobody will connect us to each other. it's literally perfect!" drea finished. "with my brains, and your.. blank slate, we can get away with this! don't you wanna make her pay?"drea said.
"i don't want to make her pay."
"i want to burn her to the ground."
drea backed up, and put her hand on her neck. "woah! haha! that gave me chills! do you see this? my arm hair's up! look at it! ... your giving serious like.. glenn close in fatal attraction energy." drea said. "glenn-ergy." y/n and eleanor said in unison. "yeah! you're radiating glennergy right now! ...but if we're gonna make this work.. we have to fix," drea starts. "no!" eleanor says while she's talking, "this." she finishes. "i really don't want to..." eleanor says. "cmon nell! i think you'll look awesome!" y/n encouraged. "we have to do..." "please don't say makeover!" "a makeoverr!" they sort of argued. "yay!!!" drea said. "it feels so problematiccc!" eleanor said monotonously. "y/n not allowed to see until we're done! i'm making eleanor beautiful!" drea said. "but she's already beautiful?" y/n half-muttered.
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while drea and eleanor were out, y/n was thinking. what will dre make her look? we she look ugly? will she look even better? i swear drea better not mess this up. little did they know, the two girls were talking about them. "so, how do you like y/n?" drea asked eleanor, as they were shopping. "oh they're so sweet, i've never met anything like them." eleanor replied. "you know, you have my blessing." said drea. "woah, woah, okay let's change the subject." eleanor said. "let's start with carissa. she'll be a cinch i can ruin her in my sleep. moving on to max," drea gets cut off.
"wait, go back. why will carissa be easy?" eleanor says, curiously. "oh honey, it's much easier to destroy a girl. take your pick, slut shame her, turn her friends on her, prey on her vanity, turn her into a troll, exploit her darkest secrets, make her radioactive, and nobody will help her." drea says, listing. "u-u-um i actually really like this." she said, holding up a black tomboy piece of clothing. "absolutely not." drea says, calmly?
"it just so happens that i have to do mandatory community service this year, as penance for punching max. i already emailed the headmaster and requested the school farm, which is run by carissa!" drea explains to eleanor. "now dudes, that's another story." drea says. they're at a hair salon, with eleanor getting her hair fixed. "for girls, our bodies, our choices, our thoughts are all the shamed. our weaknesses, are their strengths! if they have a lot of sex, they're crushing it. if we do it, we're sluts. if they're angry, they're powerful. but if we show any emotion... WE'RE HYSTERICAL!" drea shouts, in the very quiet hair salon.
"ladies! indoor voices please!" one of the workers say to the girls. "woah, wait how much are we cutting?" eleanor asks, clearly not wanting to do this. drea shows the hand movement for 'just a little bit' and makes a smooshy face. we are now at a house, probably drea's helping eleanor dye her hair. "if men in general are hard to take down, max is patriarchy incarnate. the ultimate manic pride pixie dream boy, max has a meticulously curated persona. rosehill is an orchestra and max is it's conductor. everyone loves him, so he gets what he wants."drea explains.
"i want to expose him. and to do that, we need undeniable proof that he's a hypocrite. a fake woke, misogynist, motherfucker. if we can accomplish that, he's done." drea says. she holds a piece of tissue to eleanor's mouth and tells her to put her lips on it, so there isn't too much lipstick on her lips. "you are now and forever more, the coolest, most mysterious student, at rosehill country day." drea says, showing off eleanor. ( i don't normally put pictures in my stuff but her since she's hot <3)
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