Giving Up to Him

006

ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

"I'm starting to think we should withdraw from English." proposed Lindsay, as we walked down the hallway.

I tottered along in my heels, attempting to keep pace with her.

"I mean, we're already ahead. We can take it next year." she continued.

"Oh - I'm I'm not so sure." I stammered.

"Really?" queried Lindsay. "Why not wait until next year, then we can sit next to each other?"

I gulped.

"That'd be more fun." she continued.

NOT FOR ME?

"Well... That is. Um." I gargled.

"And seriously." she said and hesitated, swallowing. "They're always laughing at you back there."

"It's no big - " I started.

"I know you pretend it's not a big deal, but friends know best." challenged Lindsay.

"I think I can manage it Lindzzz." I ventured, knowing I was wrong.

"Also, your parents would be seriously mad if they saw you'd changed into that today." observed Lindsay, pointing at me.

"The dress code - " I protested.

"I KNOW they changed the dress code so "anything goes." snapped Lindsay.

"But that doesn't let you dress like the pornhub edition of a Bratz doll."

I swallowed and looked at my clothes.

"Well you mentioned withdrawing... " I said to change the topic.

"Can you at least roll your skirt down?" begged Lindsay.

"This is as long as it gets." I explained, blushing. "So... withdrawing?"

"And you are wearing a bra - right?" she quizzed, eyeing my chest.

"Oh, sure." I lied.

"I mean, congrats for shaping up so much the past month! That's amazing. You just don't necessarily have to show it off." huffed Lindsay.

"So... Withdrawing?" I mentioned.

"Oh yeah. So let's meet at the office afterward and they can process our paperwork." suggested my best friend.

"Ok. But." I stuttered.

"But what? There's nothing to discuss." she replied.

"We've put in all this work." I rebutted. "In the class. Bronte. Trollop."

"Does it matter? I don't know what's happening back there, but they're making fun of you." she said.

"It's ok, really - " I choked.

"They're laughing at you Cassy! And didn't you notice, the girls threw food at you today at lunch?" she asked.

I tripped on my heels a moment. "No Lindz!" I said, acting shocked.

"Yes I went to the bathroom, and when I came back it was happening again." she stated.

"Oh that?" I coughed. "Maybe it was a foodfight - I was just in the cross-fire?"

"It wasn't. That's why no one sits with us anymore!" fumed Lindsay.

"I guess we could sit in the library instead?" I proposed.

"And they put gum in your hair again in class." she recounted.

"I - I just have long hair." I replied, as though that could explain it.

"And - I didn't wanna tell you - Emmeline Pratt said there was a mistake and her birthday was too full." she hesitated and bit her lip.

"We're - not invited anymore." stammered my best friend.

"That - sucks." I agreed.

"This English class has gotten ridiculous. I'm doing a friends intervention. Like it or not." said Lindsay.

"Ok." I breathed, and we reached the classroom.

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