Class President

Part 2

First period had ended, and Chelsea was dragging herself towards the math hall for round two of torture. Why had she taken so many AP classes this semester? She was contemplating her life choices and whether she really needed the college credit, when a hand reached out and jerked her into the girl's bathroom.

"You're sleeping with Tristan." Chelsea was still trying to regain her balance. Had Jessabelle found out about this summer? Was her friendship about to implode? Chelsea's brain caught up with her anxiety and that's when she truly looked at who had pulled her into the bathroom.

"Genevieve?" How had her schools very own Regina George found out about Tristan.

"Don't act all confused and innocent. There was a major lip lock spotted in the hallway this morning. Jessabelle left you two standing there and you couldn't keep your hands off Tristan. You broke girl code." Genevieve looked Chelsea up and down. She truly did embody Regina George, she was judgmental, fake, and obsessed with herself. Where was a bus when you needed one.

"Girl code? What the hell are you rambling about Gen? Did you spend too much time in the sun this summer?" Chelsea was trying to remain calm and catty. She couldn't show fear or Genevieve would know she was right. Tristan may have really messed up with the very public PDA before she had told Jess.

"You're banging your best friend's brother behind her back. That is a direct violation of girl code which, makes you a slut and a traitor." Genevieve's face was twisted into a scowl that made her look constipated.

"First of all, Tristan is Jess's stepbrother not her bio brother. Second, he was my friend long before his dad ever married her mom. Third, I don't need to explain anything to you because it's none of your business." Chelsea wasn't about to spill her guts to the resident mean girl, but she also didn't want to lie. Hopefully her answer was just P.C. enough that Gen left her alone.

"None of that is a denial. Have fun screwing your best friend's brother in the broom closet." Genevieve made an obnoxious smile. She obviously felt triumphant as she walked out the door. Chelsea picked up her phone. She needed to do damage control.

Hey Chiquita! Meet me in 5 I have news. Sent. There now she could spill the beans before Genevieve had the school rumor mill saying they were dating. Ding. Oh no, that came from the stall in front of her, that meant Jessabelle just heard everything that went down and her nondenial.

"Jess?" Genevieve probably knew she was in here and had been trying to implode Chelsea's life. The stall opened and a perplexed looking Jessabelle emerged.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you did not ditch me this summer to go be Tristan's 'summer skank'." Jessabelle spat slamming the stall door open. Chelsea couldn't look her in the eye. The full weight of the nickname they had given to Tristan's summer flings hit her. She had answered Jessabelle's question without ever saying a word.

"I can explain." There was no use Jessabelle had already walked out the door. Chelsea wasn't sure how long she stood in the bathroom alternating between being devastated and being angry. What Chelsea had said to Genevieve was true. She shouldn't have to explain herself to anyone. Chelsea and Tristan were two consenting adults and they had known each other for years before Tristan had become Jessabelle's stepbrother. So why did she feel like she had been slapped. She must have been hiding in the bathroom through all of second period because her phone buzzed. She looked down at the screen.

Where are you? She was supposed to be meeting Tristan. Chelsea sighed, wiped her face, and headed toward the music hall. Officially the lair was an old supply room that the music department had taken over to store costumes, choir dresses, uniforms, and sheet music. It also doubled as an overflow dressing room for those that needed to change before rehearsal or marching practice. Unofficially, it was also a place where people met when they didn't want to be seen. Whether that was because they needed a mental break from the chaos of high school or because they wanted some privacy with their crush. Chelsea stopped and took a deep breath before she opened the door.