Borrowed Time

Chapter Twenty Two

There were probably far more catastrophic events happening all over the world, but right now Juliette only cared about one thing, it was the only thing that was making her feel distraught even though it was so small.. Her eyeliner was uneven, and it was doing nothing short of driving her fucking insane... She'd spent the better part of the end of the last period trying to even it out because when she'd asked to use the bathroom she'd had to go into her locker and her tiny fucking mirror could hide no sins. Bastard. Shelby nudged her foot, thankfully not bumping her arm. She would've had to kill her.

"Ingrid's staring at you." Why was that her problem? Ingrid could stare all she wanted, Juliette had no fucking interest in what she was going to say, it'd probably have no real bearing on her life anyway. Instead, she just focused on the small mirror, trying to even out her eyeliner and only succeeding in making it worse... Fuck... And she'd forgotten her makeup wipes, amazing.

"So? Let her stare, I've got nothing to say to her." She mumbled, rubbing aggressively at her lower lid before Shelby sighed and dug through her bag, handing her a wipe. Thank god. She swiped it under and collected the makeup that was sort of running, hoping that it evened out the problem she'd noticed. Honestly, the unevenness had been small enough that she probably wouldn't have even noticed if she hadn't decided to look in the stupid tiny mirror in the first place, that was the real culprit in the situation.

"Yeah, that's not what I'm worried about." Juliette shrugged, looking over at her. She had no idea what that was supposed to mean, she sort of needed someone else's worries for the situation laid out so there weren't miscommunication issues.

"Okay?" Shelby leaned closer to her ear, almost bumping her again as she put the finishing touches. God, she was about to lose her fucking arm if she didn't back the fuck up.

"She's waving you over." Gross. She didn't really need to go over there just because she was being waved over, she could act like she didn't see her and no one would be the wiser.

"Ignore her." Easier said than done, of course Juliette knew that but it was worth a shot to say.

"She purposefully makes herself very hard to ignore." True. But that didn't mean that Shelby couldn't try.

"Try harder." Shelby flicked her ear, making her wince. Rude. She closed her locker and sighed, leaning against it as she looked anywhere but where Ingrid was trying to wave her over.

"Hey, Jules, could you come here for a moment? I've got a question about practice." Well, she legally had to go see what that was about.

"Ugh..." She pushed off the locker and looked at both Micheal and Shelby pleadingly. One really good hit to the temple and she'd be out of her misery. "Any way either of you could give me a really quick lobotomy so I can make it through this conversation?" Shelby sighed and placed a hand on her cheek, giving her a soft sort of look. She was gonna say no.

"Sorry baby, fresh out of a medical certification... But I wish you the best of luck." Juliette rolled her eyes and stepped away from her hand... Well, that was entirely useless.

"Dick." Shelby nodded.

"Mhm." She placed a hand on Juliette's shoulder, bending down so they were face to face. "Don't kill her... in a way that we all witness." Okay... She wasn't planning on committing murder in a crowded hallway, but a reminder never hurt.

"Right." She dropped her hand and leaned back against the lockers.

"Plausible deniability is your friend." Micheal reminded her and Juliette chuckled, nodding as she took a step away. They were terrifying when they chose to be on the same wavelength.